“Let's go out for a bite.”
Mike Tyson* #quote
I'm well enough to write something in my blog. My teeth are still recovering, but at least I am not currently on fire. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
“Grampa, I found something funny in your closet!”
“What is it?”
“It's a box.”
“Yes. There are boxes in my closet.”
“But it's a really tiny box.”
“There are tiny boxes in my closet.”
“But this one started glowing.”
“Glowing wha-. Oh, my the thing still has juice in it? Well I don't believe it.”
“What has juice. I don't see any juice in this box. I can't open up this glowing box.”
“Oh! That's my cellphone from when I was your age. I thought I lost it for good and it's a miracle it still has power.”
“What's a cellphone?”
“A cellphone is what people used to talk to each other before we invented mind-phones. They're kind of similar. That's why the name is alike.”
The Grandpa didn't want to admit it, but explaining what a cellphone was to his grandchild made him feel really, really old.