Photo Prompt: Dale Rogerson
“Your grandfather must be turning in his grave.”
She’d made bitterness her trademark, so finding meaning usually entailed having to decode gradients of dismay.
He figured this one was a 67 out of 100. Enough disgust to call attention to how the “good old days” were better than modern progress, while not completely dismissing the comforts of advanced technology.
“Clean power is good for the lungs,” he cajoled, half-hoping for an argument. It was his Grandma’s genes he carried, after all.
“Pah,” she wrinkled her nose. “Nothing wrong with a bit of soot to get people appreciating real power.”