Robert urged his daughter to stand up. “Let’s get something to eat.” He led her into the shabby building, frowning at the peeling paint and broken fans.
Sophie, of course, took it all in stride. “This is a nice place.”
Her father started to correct her, but then stopped himself. Sophie had never known a world that was fresh and shiny with promise, and maybe it was better this way.
He could only imagine putting the world back together, but she could imagine making something new.
This was written for Friday Fictioneers and is related to my serial, Valley of Ashes. Photo by Yarnspinner.
9 comments:
Interesting observations.
April 12, 2018 at 9:23 AMAnd that, everywhere, is the point of young people
April 12, 2018 at 11:30 AMWonderfully written story showing the differences between living long and being newer to the world.
April 12, 2018 at 7:21 PMI enjoyed reading this - you captured the two perspectives really well.
April 13, 2018 at 5:53 AMSusan A Eames at
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There's much more to this story than I first realised. The last line was a very wise conclusion to draw.
April 13, 2018 at 10:29 AMI love how you contrast the perception of father and daughter. To me it reads like the beginning of a dystopian SciFi story with a lot of hope for the future
April 13, 2018 at 12:22 PMThe perspective of a happy child. How refreshing!
April 14, 2018 at 7:13 PMI enjoyed this and found the way you showed the inevitable disparity in thinking between generations brilliant
April 16, 2018 at 5:13 AMThat's a really clear generational demarcation in a ruined world.
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