Analog

Written for Writing Battle’s Solstice Owl, this 100-word challenge had the prompts FIREWATCH, LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER, and FLASK.

Results: TBD

Bogart had spent the past 48 years tending to the lighthouse.

Long enough to see the cobblestone streets of his little town grow crowded with electric scooters. For the late-night trad music drifting through his windows to be replaced by deejays and their incessant, glass-rattling uhn-ts uhn-ts. 

Bogart drew the line when his best friend Elmer lost the café. It was bought out by a Starbucks.

A fucking Starbucks.

He sipped his flask as the fire swelled, consuming the coastal town like a rising tide. He hummed along with Bob Dylan on his analog radio.

“The times they are a-changin’.”