The Mocked Invention
My hand settled on a small, rectangular box sitting near the edge of the bench. It was the physical result of five years of trial and error.
Mark had called it a glorified paperweight last Thanksgiving, and Sarah had rolled her eyes at the flashing LEDs.
I lifted the device, feeling its surprising weight and solid construction. They never bothered to ask what it actually did, preferring to mock what they didn’t understand.