Writing Prompt:
Write a short story about a man with blue truck.
Blueberry Truck
His truck looked like a blueberry. It was the color of a blueberry at least, and stood out amongst the other vehicles in the lot. It made him sad to see it go, but it had been a long road to get here, and he needed the cash it would bring for his retirment. Still, saying goodbye to his truck wasn’t going to be easy. This truck had been everything to him.
His grandson’s hair almost matched the color of his truck, contrasting with his brown hair. He kept it short, a rule his father had made when he was a child and he’d kept it all these years. Just like the truck.
The truck was all he had left of his father, and his grandfather, but it was time to let it go. Glancing one last time at the blueberry colored paint, he drew in a deep breath and began to walk away. It was time to embrace something new.


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