When Fantasies Come True

Will a man's dream-come-true become a nightmare?

She was sleek, curves in all the right places, stunning in baby blue. I'd wanted her for years, and now she was mine: a 1969 Corvette Stingray!

I had wanted it for years... but my wife didn't want it all!

"This was stupid, Kyle!"

"Why? Just because you don't like it?!"

"Kyle! It's 80% rust!"

"You'll see, hon. I'm going to restore this and take it to shows. You watch!"

"You're going to regret this—that's what's going to happen." Donna put her hands on her hips and glared at me. "Where are you going to find the time or the money for this 'project?' Am I going to be eating beans and weenies all by myself for the next year while you dump dollars into this thing and spend all your time in the garage?"

You know how hard it is to field a barrage of questions all at once like that? Especially when you don't really have any good answers?

"You're always telling me a I need a hobby, you know." I was surprised at the reasonableness in my tone. Donna's complete lack of reasonableness to this weak reply was not surprising at all.

"I think it would be cheaper and easier on both of us if you just took a mistress!" With that, she disappeared back into the house like a reverse jack-in-the-box and slammed the garage door.

I caressed the front fender and murmured. "It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you, don't you worry. We'll show her."

I was extremely grateful Donna had gone inside as I watched the fender come loose from the frame and clang against the garage floor with a puff of powdered rust. My shoulders slumped and I wondered if she was right. Was I going to regret this?

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Word Count: 298
Submitted for "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" 
Prompt: Use the phrase "You're going to regret this"