A Blast of Retro

As I walked in the front room my mind whirled back forty years. Can it be so long since I had stood in this room? Nothing had changed. The same carpet on the floor; the same old-fashioned sofa set in front of a telly hidden in a cabinet and that damn awful lava lamp set on top. Aunt Matilda never did have taste or a sense of style.

The dust of time had settled peacefully on the sideboard which was a gramophone and radio; once the height of technology now surpassed by iPods and cell phones. It all looked frightfully old and dated like a dinosaur out of time.

The last time I stood here I had been a teenager about to start my own life. Aunt Matilda had summoned me so she could present me with five pounds, her gift for my future as I came of age, As I remembered I felt guilty for my silent thoughts at that time; judging her surroundings and realising these were things she had chosen for her home just as I had chosen stuff for mine.

Oddly my own living room is similar as it expresses my love of all things retro. However I still hate bloody lava lamps.


© JG Farmer 2015

Prompt: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/sunday-photo-fiction-august-24th-2014/


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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