Many palm trees with vines. Monkeys swinging from trees. Butterflies and flowers. Nice and peaceful. A man-made boat with men. Peace ruined.
He sees the recycling. A huge pile. Yawning, he piles it into a black bag. The binmen come. He smiles as they chuck the bags into the truck.
“Once upon a time there used to be hundreds of these beasts,” said the guide. “This here’s the last one. Now, slowly… pull the trigger…”
4/22/1970: 20 million Americans take to the street to fight pollution. 4/22-26/2013: 5 writers take to OneFortyFiction to save the planet.
Mom drove me to school day after day, her eyes red and swollen. Today, I saw red lips instead of red eyes, and a smile. A harbinger of hope!
Down by the banks of the river Charles, that’s where you’ll find me, along with lovers, buggers and thieves. Aw, but they’re cool people.