Anachronism
Sophie felt like an anachronism, and maybe she was. Seventy-years-old and still wearing bell bottoms and hippie beads, she wandered through the mall, staring at the people dressed in either business casual or jeans and t-shirts. None of them looked happy.
She had thought to buy, rather than make, a gift for her great-niece’s graduation. But the more she saw of the present, the less she wanted to be part of it. Today’s outing had reaffirmed what she had always known. She was happy being different. She was a woman out of time, an anachronism, and she couldn’t care less.
The Oxford Languages dictionary defines an anachronism as a thing belonging or appropriate to a period other than that in which it exists, especially a thing that is conspicuously old-fashioned.
In writing, an anachronism can also be something a writer gets wrong, placing it in a time in which it did not yet exist or no longer exists.
I decided to write about a person who is an anachronism, or at least feels like one (because technically, if she is alive now, she does belong to this time).
I was unable to find a picture that fully matches the protagonist in this story, but at least there are bell bottoms! Oh, and this story comes in at exactly 100 words.
Yes to Sophie!!!
More anachronism! I think you treated this well and I so relate to Sophie!