As we picked them up, he found something in the dirt. “Astra, what is this?”
I squinted. “A plastic card.”
He gasped. “That’s a forbidden substance!”
I nodded. “We’ll turn it in. I think it was once used to buy things.”
He snorted. “I wouldn’t trade a potato for that!”
I shook my head. “No…before the floods, before we were born, people paid for things with cards like this, strips of paper, and metal discs.”
He frowned. “Weird.”
I laughed. “Totally.”