If, in that enlightened age, there had been a competition for being the most girly, sweet little Lucy with her soft golden locks, her pretty pink Laura Ashley frocks, and her sing-song lispy voice, would have won it hands down.
Later on she surprised us by opting for electronics and engineering classes and at weekends took to showing and racing custom cars she built herself from parts liberated from scrap yards.
She reckoned her cars went faster because of the aromatherapy oils she measured in with the fuel. Lavender and rose petal were her favourites.
She died young but beautiful.
Written in response to Rochelle Wishoff-Fields‘ 100 word picture challenge.