Photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers:
PHOTO PROMPT © Al Forbes
It’s so humiliating to be towed along behind these young whippersnapper machines that call themselves cars. Nothing but boxes, and they all look the same.
We had elegance, style, and pride in our appearance. We could go twelve miles per hour! We were amazing. People along the roadside would point and wave as we flew by.
Our owners were gorgeous, too! Large, shady hats that the ladies tied just under their ears, and dusters to cover their delicate summer gowns. The gentlemen wore dusters, too.
Those were the good old days!