Georgia had been having the most peaceful of mornings. She woke up at ten, took a long bath, began to garden, and then plopped down on the porch to take a midday nap. Although she was still sad about the passing of her husband Eric, she still found joy in life, and treasured every second. However, today, things were going to be more chaotic than usual.
She awoke to the sound of someone screaming. She quickly picked up and wore her glasses and used her cane to "quickly" shuffle to the edge of her porch. She managed to spot some lady walking towards her neighbor Dalia's house, with Dalia's help following close behind. Georgia raised a brow, and saw something glistening in the garbage can.
Her curiosity was admittedly peaked. She giggled as she made her way to the end of the driveway. Once at the end, she shuffled through her mailbox, though her real interest was in the open garbage of her neighbors. Her eyes widened and a grin formed on her face. It was an old Polaroid camera, and it looked brand new!
She checked to make sure no-one was watching before grabbing the device out of the trash.
"Now, why on earth would they throw out such a beautiful little camera?" She wondered to herself as she shuffled back to her home.
Her nostalgia was absolutely flowing. She remembered having one of these in her 30's.
"Boy that was a time." She chuckled as she absentmindedly fiddled with the camera.
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Across the street, 10 year old Charlie was giving an ice cream truck driver a couple dollars as he eagerly awaited his treat. The truck driver, meanwhile, was a pissed older lady who constantly reconsidered her life.
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Charlotte quickly hopped into Brad's car, checking over her shoulder to make sure her Daddy hadn't followed. She stroked Brad's dick as the two drove off for somewhere more... private.
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Down the block, grumpy old Mr. Jonson was walking up to his mailbox. He fixed his back and then scratched his head where there used to be hair. He was crusty, skinny, and way past his prime, and wore a bathrobe despite the time. Before he could walk back inside, his neighbor Kylie and her poodle had walked up to him.
"Why hello Phil." Kylie happily greeted while her poodle sniffed away at the Phil's feet.
"Hello Kylie." He sneered, trying to be obvious that he was in no mood to talk, as should have been obvious by him still being in robes that late in the day.
"What are you up to this fine weekend?" She asked. "I'm trying to stay healthy to deal with all those little munchkins!" She forced a laugh.
Phil just stared. He knew better than her fake happy shtick. Kylie had once been a popular rich girl, but thanks to drugs ruined her life in high school. She managed to turn it mostly around, but was now a single middle aged woman whose only companion was a poodle, and whose job it was to deal with preschoolers all day. He did not envy her.
"Listen, Kylie, ca-" He began before reality changed.
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"-n we please slow down?" Phylis wheezed. "I think I'm gonna hurl." The chubby high school girl groaned.
"I concur, my joints are positively aching." Kylie groaned, rubbing her fat thigh.
"Non! Abzolutely non." Francine, their fit foreign exchange student sighed. She looked over her friends with pity. Phylis was a blubbering whale, and Kylie was a frizzy haired, chubby nerd, but both of them wanted so badly to be healthier! It was Francine's job as their friend to help.
"Zee burn iz good, non?" She chuckled as she retied her dark black hair into a bun.
Both girls groaned and began to jog down the street, passing a now for sale house that once belonged to a grumpy old man.
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"Mommy Mommy!" Little Becky called out as she tugged on her mother's shoulder. "Can we pleaseeeee get a doggy?" She begged.
Becky and her mother had been walking down the street from the park, and, much to Becky's enjoyment and her mother's dismay, they passed a young girl walking her dog. Becky hadn't stopped asking for a dog in weeks, and her mother was beginning to reach her last straw.
"No. Sweetie, no. We are NOT getting a dog." She sighed, patting her blonde little girl on the head to try and ease her. "Maybe ask next year ok? Then maybe we-"
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"-ark, bark bark!" The pit bull cried out, trying to run towards the dog she had passed.
"Ha, woah girl! Heel!" Beck chuckled, forcing his dog to sit. He scratched his blonde beard, wondering why she was always this energetic.
"Okay good girl, come on! Save that horniness for Rex! We need you to make lots of puppies, yes we do!" He laughed, as the two walked towards Rex's house. Of course, Beck's dog didn't really understand what her master was saying, but she was happy nonetheless.
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"Oh, silly me! I had it upside down!" Georgia laughed. She fixed the camera's position as her slow shuffle finally brought her back inside.
Her house was a typical old ladies, with way to many salt and pepper shakers on the walls, older couches covered with a permanent protector, and an older model television which was constantly playing jeopardy. Georgia sat down on her easy chair and stared at the camera, feeling nothing but nostalgia.
She remembered how fierce she was back then. Her curly white ear length hair had been a wile afro of strawberry blonde, while her sagging tits used to be C cups at least! Her chubby figure had been like an hourglass, and her fashion used to be hip... at least for the late 70s. She sighed.
"Oh dear, well now I'm just pinning for the old days." She sadly chuckled. "You're such a crazy old lady Georgia.... lonely, old lady." She sighed while staring into the lens of the camera. She began to think back to her family at the time, wondering how those who were still alive were now doing.
In her daydreaming, her finger slipped.
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Reality changed, and Georgia became younger, and as such she was added to a new family who now lived in the house. The questions are, how young did she get, and what kind of family was she in?