What happens when a beat-up old truck runs over a giant plastic heart?
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He struggled with the red door of his truck, cursing its rusted hinges.
“I’m okay! But my heart’s broken.”
“Your what?” After resorting to a furious kick to open the door, he rushed to the front of his car where a blonde-haired girl was brushing some gravel off her jeans. She pointed to a red plastic heart, broken and trapped under the front wheels of his truck.
“How do you propose we fix my heart?”
What happens…is love.
© Jade M. Wong