(100-word flash fiction)

She had seen pictures of these semi-museums. Now, she was standing in one.

“It would have been odd,” she mused, “to eat in public, with people watching. Could I have licked my fingers? Burp?” She had to worry about none of that. Eating out meant the food arrived at her doorstep with the click of a few buttons.

Yet, there was festivity in this setting, even pomp, as though the act of eating was worthy of celebration. She imagined the hum of voices, scents rising from sweltering plates, the communality of the experience.

All of which stopped in 2020.

Returning to FF after a long, long time.  Been busy changing countries, restarting business, finding my bearings. It’s good to start writing again. Thanks Rochelle for continuing to continue and so ably that too. Looking forward to reading all the other FFs 🙂

Photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

20 comments on “2020

  1. Welcome back. I liked the sense of alienness of something so (previously) normal. I’m pretty sure we’ll have restauarants again in the future, but still I liked your imagining that we wouldn’t

  2. Hey, Joyful! I just now returned myself to FF. Good story. I’m sure, though, the restaurants will re-open really soon. Maybe a hologram setting …?

  3. Ouch. Killer last line ( so to speak. ). Let’s hope not. But it is true that the current state of affairs makes you think of abandoned places like western gold rush towns, or Chernobyl after the nuclear accident. Even driving through Orlando outside Disney felt eerie, for the lack of a proper traffic jam.

C'mon, don't be a silent spectator ....

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