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Flying Cars (Short Story)

  • Writer: Jules Robinson
    Jules Robinson
  • Sep 27, 2018
  • 2 min read


It looks like a painting, the way the sky is over the block of flats. There’s something nice about how the colour from the concrete matches the clouds. I’ve always been like that, interested in colour. That’s why I dyed my hair pink, not that my Mum thought it was a good idea. But I like it. My Mum shouted at me, “You’ll never get a job looking like that.” But that’s not even true nowadays. The girl down at Harvester has a green bob and Mike at the bookies has his eyelids tattooed. Anyway, it’s because it doesn’t look professional that I love it so much. I see people staring when I wear my tracksuit, the pink one that almost matches my hair but not quite, and it just makes me laugh. How people can stress so much over things that are just fun. Things that don’t matter.


I heard in college the other day a kid go, “We’re living in the future.” Which is so stupid because of course the future hasn’t even happened yet. I mean, that’s literally the definition isn’t it? ‘Stuff that’s yet to come.’ I thought there were supposed to be flying cars in the future? You can’t say we’re living in it until you can get a whole meal out of a tiny pill or teleport to a different country- you know, the kind of thing you see in movies.


In the future I’ll have money and my own huge house with a back garden and two purebred huskies. I’ll probably have a robot that washes up for me and everything will be ordered online so I won’t have to leave the house for anything. The future will be so easy. Isn’t that what they say about inventions? Something about how the best inventions are to make a thing we all do easier? But my counsellor said we’re all lazy now because of technology. I don’t know if he meant everyone is lazy or just my generation as if he doesn’t count or something. I don’t care either way. I can’t wait to be lazy in the future. I’ll be out of here eventually. In my big house that'll have the nicest pink wallpaper. Then I won’t mind saying I’m living it.

 

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