by raymond alexander kukkee
"We have an understanding then, you and me.", Old Jake said, adjusting the throttle valve on the carburetor. The motor shook roughly. I watched. He shook his head.
"You and me, we get along just fine, don't we? He made another adjustment, tapping the side of the carb, listening for just the right sound.
He took the long, fine-bladed screwdriver and bent the throttle cable connector back into position and tightened the clip.
"That ought to do it." he said. "You'll be fine now."
He pointed, twisting his hand to the right, as if he was holding a key.
I started the car. It fired first time. Jake looked at me and nodded. He signed me. "Good! ", he said.
He patted the car on the hood. He signed. "We have an understanding, you and me".
At 137 words, "Understanding" easily meets the word count requirement of Red's Flash Fiction Challenge July limit of 150 words.
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