This piece was inspired by The Persistent of Memory.
December 31, 2076. We thought Winter would finally bring cold nice whether. We thought Wrong.
Michael told us that there were things called 'Seasons'. There was summer; the hottest one, spring; where there was something called 'Rain', fall; when it starts to get cold and 'leaves' would fall of trees, and the last one, winter; the absolute coldest 'season', and it produced something from the sky called… 'snow'
Michael, was the oldest member in the clan, he had to be at least 75 years old. He would tell us wonderful things about the past, such as 'seasons', cold air dispensers called 'air conditioners', and things falling from the sky to quench your thirst.
"Elder Michael, when is this winter coming?" my brother John asked.
"I have waited 65 years for a single drop of rain, or a cool breeze." Michael replied. "This year neither happened, I don't think so. We should still keep our heads up though."
John's face showed no emotion but disappointment. I grabbed him by the shoulder and said "Do not worry little brother, there is still hope."
I woke up the next morning from several rambunctious noises. I don't even think about putting my parka on. When I got outside, there didn't seem to be anything to be so joyful about. "Hey!!! You there!What's going on!!!"
"The temperature!!"
"What about the temperature?"
"Its-It's 85°"
I stood there with my mouth wide open "….eigh-eighty de-degrees"
"This reminds me of the 'old times'" said Michael.
"I Knew you were wrong old man!" shouted John in glee. Me and Elder Michael stood staring at my brother.
Next week I was doing the usual hunting route, when I saw a small pond, and small patches of green grass around it, so I rushed back to the village and shouted "WATER!" and everybody went crazy.