Saturday, December 12, 2015

Was different time

‘When I was seven the summer seemed to last half a lifetime.’  George placed his pint on the counter.  ‘And there was sun.  Now they just seem to zip by in endless showers.’

‘It was a different time.  Was different time.  A year when you were seven was a seventh of your life, the first four of which you barely remembered.  A year now is a seventieth.  Of course, a few months seemed like forever.’

‘You’re saying that time is relative?’

‘I could be, aye.’

A bell rang.  ‘Time please, Gentleman!  And ladies.’

‘It soon will be.  Time, that is.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Deep thoughts, Rob. And I like the context, too. Nicely done