The bear – a little too white, too soft – frolicked in the pristine snow and the little girl clapped her hands, smile spread to show her slightly-crooked white teeth.
“It’s beautiful, daddy,” she said, tugging at his hand like she was trying to pull it off.
But he remembered when there had been real bears, when there had been real snow, when there had been a world outside holograms and domes, so very, very long ago.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for providing the challenge and Caterina Sanders for providing the prompt photo!