“Yes, that’s the Moon-rover; my grandpa invented had it.”
“You must be joking.”
“I knew you won’t believe it. But it’s true, my grandpa made it. It was driven on the Moon by the astronauts,” little boy claimed, proudly. His friend seemed unsure.
“Can I climb on it?” friend asked.
“No!” little boy almost shouted.
In the evening grandpa called him, “Why were you making a fool of your friend? I heard everything.”
“He always keeps saying that his father had been to the Moon.”
“Perhaps he is telling the truth.”
“I know his father. He drives one of our school-buses.”
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt
Word count 101