Warnings

Might start a novel. Here’s an idea. I would call it “The Death Call of Easy.” An asteroid is about to hit the U.S. It’s not like the Yucatan monster 66 million years back, the one that got the dinosaurs. This one is small and is going to hit in the middle of Death Valley. All Americans have to do is stay away until after it hits. The news outlet said so, quoting the scientists.

Here is my draft opening: “A sea of red hats flowed over the thin line of guards, smothering their feeble protests into the scorching sand. The crowd rushed into the fiery void. The heat turned the sweat on the faces beneath the hats into steam and a layer of fog waved over the red flood like a death shroud covering a corpse.”

Or, maybe … “It was a dark and stormy night. The government had warned the inhabitants of The Villages to seek shelter, but a crowd had gathered at the lake shore, where the fake sailboats danced merrily in the wind like the opening act of a dark vaudeville show.”

Or, maybe I'll go do something else to pass the Quarantime.