“Woo HOO! It’s a real party van,” Marigold shimmied a victory dance around the ancient VW Westfalia.
“It’s not,” Josh replied. “Not yet.”
He grabbed a can of scarlet spray paint from the garage and sprayed, “Make Love, Not War,” across the side.
He stepped back and nodded in satisfaction.
“Now, it’s a real party van.”
Prompt word: van
(This is part of a year-long flash fiction project. I write a single micro story every day using a word prompt. The catch? I only have one minute to write it. Enjoy!)