Published February 9, 2019 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.

I find the word and varying word counts a refreshing challenge. This week the word “Horizon” took me down a different avenue without a GPS. Who’d ever heard of those in 1980? We didn’t even have a CB Radio yet. “Kick ‘er back. Come on, now.”

Many thanks to Sammi Cox who posts this prompt challenge every week.

Our 1980 Plymouth Horizon was a lovely shade of mauve with four on the floor.

“Left foot clutch, right foot gas,” my husband said. “It will become second nature.”

I did learn with a few bounces, lurches and pops along the way.

Fast forward thirty-nine years.

Every time my precious 6-speed’s in the shop it happens. Did you know loaner cars never come with standard transmission?

Both feet hit the brakes. It’s second Nature.


Fields Family 1980 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


28 comments on “HORIZON

    • Dear Violet,

      At the time the Horizon was going to be his car and my Toyota had to go in the shop. I had no choice. Now I hate driving automatics. Go figure. Thank you re the photo. I was proud of those suits. I made them. (Never again.) We were one son short there. Golden haired surprise came 3 years later.




  • You create such a clear picture of the car – funny isn’t you some memories stay vivid. I’ve never driven an automatic car. Had a Citroen with no manual handbrake – it was automatic- I loathed having to stop on a hill ! Didn’t trust the car.


    • Dear Francine,

      I seem to remember rolling backward on hills in that Horizon. They’ve improved on that since then. My Cruz doesn’t roll backward although my husband complains about it’s power going uphill. 😉 There are some memories that do stay vivid. Thank you.




  • My first car was a ’78 Mustang, colors dark brown with tan interior. Nothing to write home about and worst of all, an automatic. But it fit what I could afford, so there’s that.

    I fell in love with manual transmissions on a road trip upstate many years ago. We had a Volvo station wagon that navigated snow and sleet as if it was a summer day. I was hooked.

    Lovely memories of a horizon, Ms Rochelle. The stops and starts and sways and most of all the way it parks snugly into your memory banks.



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