It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.
It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.
I only have to think…
Word Count: 147
Prompts:
Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum
Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones
I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. One might call up one’s wife, instead of one’s mistress. Or vice versa. Not to mention to ease of calling on a brothel. 🙂
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All may be one in the long run
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I appended in the wrong place. But my appendage merely said: Tis true. 🙂
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Hahaha! XD
True that!
Thoughts are fickle! 😛
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🙂
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Clever, and maybe not all science fiction Nid.
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Thanks so much, Di! 😀
It actually may be in the works right now! 😉
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Thanks the worrying thing!
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Tis true.
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Oh, that would be great. Hopefully, they would have found out a way to deal with that damn autocorrect by then!
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Hahaha! XD
I doubt that! 😛
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I love that….great perspective on the story!
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Thanks so much! 😀
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