The Future Olden Days
What will our descendants tell their grandchildren?
My great-grandmother said that if she tried, she could still smell gasoline.
“What is that like?” I would ask.
She would smile. “Like eggs gone bad, I suppose.”
When I flipped through antiquated books from the 2030’s, phrases like “the roar of the truck engine” confused me.
I asked her if she remembered trucks like this.
“Of course. You know,” she chuckled, “I miss that sometimes. I miss a lot of things. But it is worth letting go of tradition to make way for a better world.”
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S. C. Almanzar
I am a graduate student studying anthropology and have been writing creatively for almost 20 years. I love new takes on alternative history, especially when there are fantasy or supernatural elements included.
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