Carolyn was exhausted but satisfied with her efforts. Her floor gleamed; her sink shone. Her table was inviting, with its folksy cover and flowers, and assorted mugs and bottles were arranged appealingly along painted wooden shelves.
The room was perfect. A few odds and ends remained, scattered about, but a kitchen should be alive – the vibrant, nurturing heart of family life. Soft sunlight and distant ocean sounds filtered in through the adjacent hallway.
Stressed-out city workers would pay plenty for a taste of this reality.
Carolyn slipped off her visor and sank into an armchair. ‘Cottage kitchen’ was launched.
I’ve gone way out on a shaky limb with this story. I’m hoping that those who are in the know about realities virtual or alternate can be patient with my blunderings into this unfamiliar technological territory. It’s all I can do to find my way around WordPress and Windows, let alone such adventurings as my research for this story has shown me.
If you have 25 seconds to spare, have a look at this New York commuter who can’t wait to get home to escape his particular version of the rat race.
If you have a minute and a half, this video shows the shopping reality of the future. If there’s a dollar to be harvested from our virtual bank balances, someone will figure out a novel way to do it. Shame it’s never me.
This is another story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted so diligently by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Writers contribute 100 words in response to a weekly photo prompt.