We sat at Great Grandma’s feet as she told us again about when she was a little girl and all the houses had something called electricity.
“It was wonderful,” she said, “At a flick of a switch we could light all our rooms and heat them. We’d watch TV and cook meals in our microwaves. Such happy times.”
I tried not to yawn but I knew what was coming next, it was always the same. She’d go on for ages about strange machines called computers and some Internet thingy.
I often wonder where Great Grandma gets these weird stories from.
A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.
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