Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction. Story begins after the photo.
Genre: Science Fiction/Humor
Word Count: 222
Good Old Days
“That sun used to set over a field covered in Thirsty Birds, son,” said Gordon Sr.
“Nodding Donkeys,” he clarified.
“Pump Jacks, boy!”
“Try English, Dad.”
“Oil pumps, boy. Dagnabbit, our family was built on oil. You should know the family history.”
“Oh, oil. Yeah, I remember,” said Gordon Jr. Leaning on the fence with his dad.
“The sun used to look perty settin’ over those pumpjacks. Oil flowed out the ground like black gold. Like liquid money. You could jump in the family car and drive coast to coast if you’ve a mind to. Gas stations, supplied by us, were everywhere. Those were the Good Old Days, boy.”
“If you say so, Dad.”
“Then the danged enviro-hippies ruined it all with them pushin’ e-lectric cars on us.”
“I thought hippies weren’t supposed to be billionaire entrepreneurs,” noted Gordon Jr.
“Well yeah, but…”
“Supply and demand made oil too expensive to be profitable.”
“Almost put us in the poorhouse, but…”
“New battery tech meant electric cars could charge on the move from chargers embedded in the road. Nobody wanted to stop at gas stations anymore.”
“There is that, but…”
“We reinvested in wind and solar early, and now the family’s making more money than ever.”
Gordon Sr. spat on the ground. “Forget what I said, boy. The Good Old Days…sucked.”
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents his own photos as writing prompts. You can write 100-200 words (400 in a literary emergency). Original prompt is here: http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/09/01/photo-fiction-september-1st-2013/