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Green Gunk – Three Things Challenge # 33/34/35

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Green Gunk – Three Things Challenge # 33/34/35

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Today’s prompt: earthquake, vanilla, pillbox

Today’s prompt: guitar, forest, caviar 

Today’s prompt: stockings, radio, algae

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I felt the earthquake seconds before hearing the emergency announcement on the radio. I’d been through earthquakes before, so wasn’t overly concerned. However, the shaking and undulating kept on for quite awhile this time.

I was still in my stocking feet, but I knew my earthquake survival tips. First, though, I grabbed my pillbox. If things got too bad, I’d need my medications.

The rumbling continued. Living as I did near the redwood forest, I hoped none of the ancient trees would topple over. I was surprised to hear the radio still playing guitar tunes in between warnings and updates.

Things in my house started falling now, including my spice rack that had been hanging on the wall in the kitchen. A bottle of vanilla broke open. It smelled really nice, and I’d have enjoyed it more if I could be sure my house would still be standing when this was over. My expensive jar of caviar was next to bite the dust, as it were. That smell wasn’t as nice, but it did make me hungry. I adore caviar on toast points, and vowed to get another jar soon.

And now it is over. I stood up, checking for more damage. Outside others were coming out of their houses, too. We weren’t prepared for what we saw. A giant crack in the earth was right in front of our houses…the street was one long fissure. It had swallowed up the cars, the sidewalks, and everything else in it’s path. There was some kind of green gunk too, that was creeping up the sides. It looked like algae to me, and I didn’t want to get near it, so I went back inside to start cleaning up.

The radio was still playing, but I froze when I heard the next warning. They were saying the green algae was all over town…suspected to be highly radioactive. We were to stay indoors, sealing up any doors and windows so it wouldn’t contaminate us.

Well crap…where did I put the duct tape?

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My Friend Flower – Three Things Challenge # 18/19

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My Friend Flower – Three Things Challenge # 18/19

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Today’s prompt: velvet, cloud, hippie

Today’s prompt: uranium, moss, dancer

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Her name was Flower. She always wore a garland of daisies atop her long, straight hair. I knew her in those hippie days of the 60s, and she was my friend.

I tell you this now, after many years have gone by…many years…

Pardon me a moment while I collect my thoughts.

We were only play acting, you know. Play acting at being hippies, because we thought it was cool. We both came from nice, upper middle class families. We were in high school, and had our steady boyfriends. But there was cloud of discord hanging over our generation. I see it now, though back then we had no idea really, what was going on in the world. We wore our velvets, and tie-dye tee-shirts, our Jesus sandals, and our rose tinted granny glasses, and danced to the latest records at parties. We crafted love beads and traded with our group of friends, and proclaimed peace not war. It was a time of innocence bordering on the rim of social injustice, and we felt a part of it.

Then, our boyfriends graduated and were called into this country’s armed services, headed for Viet Nam. Flower and I were among those who protested the war, but what really could we do? We still partied with our friends and sent care packages overseas to our boyfriends, and tried to make the best of things until we were reunited.

One spring day, Flower and I went down to the creek just to hang out. We talked of peace and war there by the moss covered rocks, while doves cooed in the branches of the weeping willow trees. Then, planning to go out that night to a little hole in the wall coffee shop, we painted our faces with glow in the dark paints. We giggled, thinking of how fun it would be to see everyone under the black lights there. We’d take part in the entertainment…she’d play her guitar, while I read a poem I’d written.

We did go that night, and it was a good night. That was one of the last good nights with Flower.

Just a moment, please…

Flower became very sick soon after that night. It was determined that the glow in the dark paint we’d used was tainted. We had no idea it was made with uranium in it. It was radioactive.

Why she got the radiation poisoning that killed her, and I didn’t remains a mystery. Maybe she’d used more of the paint than I had. I don’t know. Within six weeks she was gone. She never got to see her boyfriend come back home. She was as much a victim of the war as millions of others, I believe.

I’m glad she was my friend. I miss her.

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