Shopping Delivery

The cool breeze drifted lazily in through the window, and out the back door back into the summer sun.

The house was playing Sandra's summer playlist. An esoteric mix that drove the kids crazy with all the 'Old' songs that she'd grown up with from the last century.

A quiet clunk came from the kitchen. The house had released the outside door of the fridge, and the weeks shopping was being slid into place by the courier-bot. Sandra looked up from her book, as it quietly slid past the front window, electric motors whining in the hot summer heat.