- Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff Fields
Light rained down upon the cheering crowds, each color exhaling with sensation. A boy and girl stood on the fringe of people. They ducked beneath a metal canopy with each star burst, avoiding the liquid light that coated the others.
“We have to get out now. Before the control effects kick in for the year.”
The girl shook a spark from the back of her hand, frowning. Yes, the annual medical conformity celebration. The spark burned and spread.
“Right…Just come out and see this last explosion.”
The boy looked up and his heart sank.
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Karen B. Nelson 
Hi Karen,
Guess this explains the funny feeling I get from watching fireworks. I thought is was just the spicy food. Clever the way you turned something beautiful into something sinsiter. Ron
Oooh, how dystopian of you! I see you are back to creepy, lol. Very good, Igor!
too bad that he lost her…
Such a pretty picture is now so very disturbing! Effective way to reach the masses.
aww. it was too late for her. that was excellent.
that was an excellent interpretation — sounds like she would be more comfortable there.
I’ll never see fireworks the same way. Gives new meaning to crowd control. Glad to see you back, Karen.
Very clever to fit that idea into 100 words – I thought this was an excellent story – one of the best this week.
My heart sank too.
Good work
Dear Karen,
What an imaginative take on the prompt. Really enjoyed the conclusion to your tale.
Aloha,
Doug
Karen,
That puts a uniquely dark cast on fireworks. Very well told story.
-David
Karen, I followed your link for this week’s story, but don’t find it on your page anywhere. Where is it?
Thanks.
janet