It was my 80th birthday. A very special day. With the smoke from the birthday candles still wafting across the room I gave each of my children and my many grandchildren a wave and a smile. It was time. Behind me, lights buried in the floor started to shine, producing a perfect circle. I turned round and stepped into it. There was a loud cheer from my friends as they watched me lie down on the floor. Almost immediately a large, plastic dome dropped gently from the ceiling, completely encapsulating my prone body. The process had begun. Time to regenerate.
My Drabble Project – Day 25 Story 79