150 word story #9 for 2017.
“Hello, world!”
“Hello, rainstorm!”
“Hello, mud!”
I held down my skirt as the wind tweaked it, and maneuvered around the holographic ads floating nearby, even though it meant walking into a puddle sheened over with oil. I loved puddles.
I loved the ads too. I still didn’t want to walk through them, even if they were intangible, but I loved them.
“Hello, traffic!”
I stopped to let a truck pass, spraying me with mud and water. I loved being wet.
I breathed in, and out, and in again. I loved the faint medicinal smell of the air. It wasn’t always like that, but the megacorps set it up.
I walked through a bevy of ads. I loved the way they whispered in my ear as they dissolved around me.
Do you remember the days before we loved everything? Most people don’t seem to recall, but I do.
I love it.
