Memory Trivia
I grunted. Stupid ladder. My hips protested each step. I was
too old for this. Mable was going to be wrong this time for sure. As a retired
Memory Caster, I knew the difference between clear and cloudy.
The day I met Mable was as clear as glass. She spoke to me
first, no question. I looked up. The sky was a beautiful blue, but I wished the
projection worked from the bottom of the tree.
Finally. I watched the scene unfold. Dag’nabit! Laundry duty
for another year! Perhaps I should concede defeat. Her memory was better. No!
Next year…
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