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Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 99
“Remember our first house in aught-five, Orville? You hated them wires and incandescent lamps. Said they jest wasn’t natural.”
“Still ain’t, Jessie.”
“Can’t stop progress, you old coot.”
“They’re gonna progress us to death.”
Aside from my grandparents’ friendly arguments in the early 1950’s, I never gave the light bulb much thought. It was a fact of life, like radio and later, television, computers and cell phones.
In retrospect, Grandpa might’ve been ahead of his time.
Today, rather than suffer the expense of government mandated CFL bulbs, candles and lanterns light my home—that is, until they outlaw fire.