“Mummy, what are those things?” Sofie asked her Mother in the Museum of Ancient Artifacts.
“I think they were something to do with Cars. Grandpa would know.” Then a doleful expression came over her face. Her father had died two weeks before, but she was still adjusting to it. She kept thinking he would call on the videophone and ask her where he put his spectacles. He’d been a veteran of World War Three and had known so much about what the world had been like before the war had swept so much aside, like a third of the population.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30/November/2018
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