"Well, the tertiary drive train's busted and, unless you have a new leg mount, you aren't going anywhere, kid." The mechanic banged on the tripod's leg for emphasis.
Billy sighed. Dad was going to kill him. "But it's still standing..." The mechanic just shook his head.
"The triage is the toughest tripod on the road, but if you try and walk in this thing, it'll tip right over. What hit you?"
Billy fished around for his phone. "I don't know. It was low to the ground and had a bunch of spinning legs. I think he called it an 'automobile'"
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.