It was the latest gadget, a replacement for those old-fashioned reflecting pools and crystal balls. As a bonus, it could even operate for several days between recharges.
“Do we still own stock in Alchemical Components Supply?”
“I don’t think so. Pretty sure mum sold off the last of it after my wedding.”
Beneficent wouldn’t stop examining the “fairest in the land” currently displayed in full color on the ScryPad™, a gorgeous semi-nude depiction of herself, reclined.
“Stop admiring yourself, you bloody narcissist.”
Angrat’s angry scowl replaced the previous image, and the brand new tablet promptly cracked—warranty voided, no refunds.
100 words. Prompted by this week’s Picture It & Write prompt: