This piece is inspired by the prompt at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The key elements are the photo below and a word count of 125-175.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s completely funny.” Jared was underneath the old Chevy looking up at his sister, whose arm was pinned between the engine and the frame.
He slid a jack under the engine.
“I dropped my ring, okay?”
“uh-huh…it just fell off your finger while you were messing around with John’s truck, which you hate?”
He reached up and tickled Maggie’s fingers.
“Something like that. What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you can still feel.”
Her fingers were cold, but she could still bend them.
“I was going to leave it on manifold. He always works on it when he gets home.”
“I don’t know…I bumped it and if fell down.”
Jared slotted the pry bar into the jack.
“It’s pretty tight down here.”
“I’m sorry.” Maggie sighed, “Did you find it?”
“The ring? I’ve got it. Don’t worry,” Jared pulled down on the bar. The engine shifted. “I’ll get you out of this.”