Daily writing prompt
Which outdated technology do you miss the most, and why?

Picture it.

It’s eleven on a winter night. The sun set hours ago, and outside the temperatures are well on their way to zero. It snowed and a blanket of white meets a blackness filled with stars.

But inside, there’s a fire in the fireplace. The flames dance hungrily across a combination of chopped pine and cotton wood logs. The fire illuminates the room, the soft dancing light filling some shadows and making others deeper. The warmth fills the room like warm smoke and chases away the outside chill.

I lay on the old white couch, a blanket over me, and I watch the fire through half closed eyes. I wonder what the light on my face looks like. The light show it casts softly dazzles my brain and settles me into a warm embrace.

I sleep wrapped in a blanket and warmed by the fireplace fire as outside the cold marches past.


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