Angela sat in the passenger seat of the old ’75 Buick Skylark and scraped the inside frost off the window with her fingernail. She laughed watching the frost form tiny snowflakes on her thumb.
“Dad,” she said, as he turned up the heater. “I think it’s time you admit you need a new car.”
“Why would I need a new car? This baby has been perfect since I rolled out of the lot in it before you were born.”
“Yeah, but Dad—”
“Besides, they don’t build cars like they used to. I don’t need a new fancy car telling me it is safe to back up.” He wiped the windshield off with his sleeve.
“But Dad…it’s July!”
This was written for the Three Things Challenge prompt: fingernail, heater, snowflake