Althea Warbridge leaned heavily on her cane. Though age had ravaged her body, she still projected a regal bearing. Before them, a rambling building bespoke enormous wealth. Large ponds bordered by Joshua Trees graced the entry where they approached.
“Your father invented the first practical nanotechnology here at Warbridge,” said Althea.
“You must be proud, Auntie,” said Joshua, helpfully holding her arm.
“Pish-posh! Some of his vile microscopic machines escaped and consumed whole buildings before he stopped them!”
Joshua gestured to the elegant building. “At least the mansion survived.”
“Heavens no! The mansion was destroyed. That’s the servant’s quarters.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/03/07/9-march-2018/