So I’ve been knee-deep in editor notes this week, so I don’t have part two of Henry’s Tale quite ready. That being said, I do have a special treat. Quarantine has given me the time to reorganize closets and go through old boxes leading me to this gem that is, I believe, the first short story I ever wrote.
Based on my handwriting, I’m going to guess I was around 6/7 or so? But without further ado, I give you: The Purple Car.
*Errors will be found, I was 7 haha
One time, there was a car that was purple. Everyone thought it was a weird color, but the strang thing was that no one knew who drove the purple car.
Only one person knew who or what drove the car and his name was Joe.
Joe wasn’t home a whole lot. thats why people got suspiscious of him.
But three little girls named Alice, Claudia, and Lisa decided to go visit Joe at his house!!! (add a lot of emphasis).
When they got there Joe was home and they knocked on the door. Joe answered the door and… the girls asked Joe who/or what drove the purple car. He said…
ME!
And when crazy.
No one knows what happened to the three girls that afternoon.
The End.
This is adorable. It’s amazing the stuff our minds come up with when we’re kids! You clearly had writing chops from day one, I’m desperate to know what happened to the three girls that afternoon and what Joe and his purple car had to do with it. Love it!
Thank you 🙂 And me too! lol