Sons - GCC August challenge

When they were small their mother used to tell them to go out and play. “Look, the sun’s shining,” she’d say, but they just turned away. “You need sunlight. It’s good for you.” Somehow they never believed her. And soon the sight of skinned knees and sound of screams was too much to bear. “Okay,” she said and let them stay inside.

Hand-held computer games became huge boxes then shrank to flat screens. Technology rules. And the small boys grew.

When they were older their mother used to tell them to go out and play. “You can’t stay inside in the dark all the time,” she’d say, but of course, they could. They hid in the basement with blinds pulled down, their frowning faces enraptured by screens where curious stories were told.

When they were full-grown, their mother still tried to tell them they ought to go out. But by now they were sleeping all day and living at night – she only saw them for the evening meal and they were never hungry. Of course, she’d no idea what happened after dark.

When they were full-grown the light of the moon called her sons and they went out to play.

(200 words - a double-drabble)