Here is today’s image and the first sentence we were given and asked to complete the story.
Little did we know that Grandpa was a collector. Hoarding was what Grandma called it. So long as he kept it out of the house she was happy.
It explained why Grandpa spent so much time tinkering around with the old trucks he had
In all my memory I can’t remember any of them actually working.
I don’t think that bothered him.
He liked having them and pulling bits off to clean up and replace.
His town truck he called Walter. It was an old Ford he nursed through all sorts of thick and thin. I think he used parts from his collection to keep it going.
Now forty years later and I’m in his shed once again with a man keen to buy and pay handsomely for every last one of his vehicles.
Grandpa would be chuffed to know his collection came to good after all.