In the After Times there was no shortage of discarded reminders of an advanced way of life forever gone. Entertainment was scarce too, so the boys took what they could get. That entertainment today consisted of Tad and Jake watching the strange old man scurry about the technological midden heap below.
The focus of the oldster’s efforts was a large hunk of rusted metal the boys had been told was once called an “automobile”. Such things had been rendered entirely useless by the massive electromagnetic pulses of the Final War. Clearly, the old man, it seemed, refused to accept that.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt based on a photo by Beth Carter.