This is my Friday Fictioneers submission for January 30th. Thanks to Ted Strutz for the photo.
Thaddeus smiled at the woman, but she looked away. No community spirit these days, he thought, not like in those old black and white films he watched with his Grandad. He told him that, once, expecting he’d be pleased, but Grandad had said he was seeing the past through rose-tinted spectacles. He’d been hurt, then, but he hadn’t let on; at the day centre that week, he’d wanted to make Grandad his own pair but he hadn’t known how. For now, they were stuck in the cold, colourful world but he wouldn’t rest until he could turn the clock back.