PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
A relic of yesteryear. The old market and deli reduced to housing the ghost of nostalgia. The grandkids will never understand with their technology. In my day, kids hung out after school and hitched up their skirts inside the walls. Flashed innocent glances at each other, signaling our like and sent our most trusted friend over to set up the coupling. None of this hiding behind a screen. Everyone knew everyone and everything, face to face. We’d hide out the back away from adult eyes, let the groping begin while the trusted watched guard. Those days long gone.