Advanced and Alone
Megan Jones
Note: Written in an hour.
A scrawny, meek upper-aged woman I was who sat beneath that huckleberry tree. The smell of flowers beneath my nostrils filled my head with an overpowering scent. I took in the atmosphere around me. Birds flew up above my graying covered head into the crystal-clear sky. Up high the birds flew left to right. The white puffy clouds floated gracefully through the atmosphere. Squirrels chased by stray cats ran up trees to safety. Life was all around, right under every nose, but only it was to blind by the naked eye. Living in the 21st century has made an impact on the world I lived in. I could not go one day without seeing a person with their face stuck to a screen. All of these new technological advancements. Blah blah blah. Who needs them? I had never found any interest in them since they first appeared on this earth and I didn’t plan on starting then. The reality is in the world around us, not whatever lies in the confinement of wireless devices. People say they help you with school work. Well, study then. “Read books” I always told them. The life of history came from paper, ink, printed books. These devices did nothing but trouble, getting people brainwashed, bullies, and pictures. It was all just a bunch of horse shit. The green, silky smooth grass swayed in the wind and upon my bare feet laid a tiny ladybug, almost invisible as the eye could see. Cars passed by, and people walked hand in hand but were occupied by the device in their other palm. I felt demoted in some sort of sense, but I was not completely in the dirt. I had a phone. Of course I did, to make calls when upon an emergency and my old car breaks down. I had the most basic flip phone a person can think about. The exterior was a basic shade of shiny gray and the buttons were black with white lettering. I had that cellular device for about six years at the time. It wasn’t my life, but it was something I needed just like every - one else, just smaller in style. Very low-quality pictures were able to be taken and calls went through to others well, although texting a sentence did take a while in time. I was always offered new plans, but I never found interest in taking them up on those. I stretched as I stood up off the ground. My bones cracked in multiple places, leaving extreme relief throughout my body. I grabbed whatever belongings I brought to my relaxing place and began to walk down the hill and across the street to the supermar - ket, so I could fill my empty fridge. Bag was on my shoulder and the phone was in my grip but my eyes were straightforward looking on to where I needed to be. My hand
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