Ancient Memories
“What’s that, Grandmother?”
“A tree.”
“Why is there a little girl in it?”
“She’s climbing it.”
“Why?”
“To pick a juicy green apple.”
“What’s an apple?”
“Something delicious to eat.”
“Yuck. Whoever heard of eating anything green?”
Grandmother traced the photo with her finger, remembering. She started to describe sunlight and seasons and ripening fruit, but Una was bored. “I’m hungry. Food, now!” Her personal robot whizzed to her side, offering a tube of whitish-grey paste. Una squeezed and swallowed.
“Why are you crying, Grandmother?”
Grandmother closed the album and stared off into space, and didn’t speak again for days.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat a foul world you described Fuji, where humans eat whitish-grey paste!
Even more horrible is the thought of no trees, no sunlight, no seasons, no apples. Let’s keep doing our part to prevent this possible future! You are one of the best advocates of a green planet. Keep up the good work, which is very inspiring!
Intriguing, Fuji. I was also dumbfounded by the questions your story left in my mind. Nicely done.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you so much Lotchie. I hope this future world never comes to pass!
You’re most welcome, Fuji.