“What’s that noise?” my friend asked as we cruised down Highway 2. 

“I don’t know, I’ve been turning the music up,” I said, and I did.

That noise was the CV axle, an expensive fix. Pops is a car guy, he called when he heard my problem. 

“Want me to come get it?” he asked as soon as I picked up. He left the next morning, a nine-hour trip from Wyoming. I’m driving his car while he fixes mine at a sub-mechanic rate. Every time I buckle up, I’m grateful someone’s there to save me when I can’t save myself. 

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That’s my 100-word love story. The New York Times has a series of them, “Tiny Love Stories,” and I would invite you to look them up. This Valentine’s Day, I’d like to hear some from our readers – when did you know you loved your spouse, how did you meet your best friend, how do you know your dog loves you back – the only limit is the word count. If you submit them to editor@hungryhorsenews.com, we will run them for our Feb. 14 issue. Let’s spread some love in the Flathead.