Take a walk through time as you follow six hippie friends who rejects society norms as they attempt to navigate through life during the 1970s in this sit-com like novel.
Started: August 2021
Published: June 3, 2022
Ended: -
Cover by AlexandraLing2000
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Spring had come to the Western Hemisphere. Birds sung, leaf buds appeared on trees, grass became greener, and the sun was warmer. Donovan's enchanting voice cracked through Daisy's portable Silverstone turntable.
Nina laid on her back collecting grass in her hair as she read "The Rod Stewart Plan" in the latest Creem magazine. The sun made her glow. She felt wonderful, as if she was always meant to be in California. March in the Midwest still consisted of snow and ice. She wore shorts and a tanktop, not caring if a bug crawled on her skin or a sharp end of grass pricked her. The worries of her parents and sister were nonexistent for the moment.
Daisy jumped and danced in an imaginary circle. The skirts of her dress shook in the wind she created. Her hair danced behind her like a ribbon. She seemed to glide across the rays of the sun, finding no need to touch the ground. Her heart was heavy and her mind weightless. She wore flowers in her hair.
Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for me
James sat nearby, elbows sinking in the ground and Joy's sunglasses on his face. He had one too many drinks with her the night before. Far too many that he called off of work. He stared at nothing in particular until he noticed Daniel stomping over with a reddened face and a giant hole in his shirt.
"Fuck!" Daniel slammed his sandal to the ground.
Nina looked at him wide eyed, lips slightly parted.
Daisy didn't notice his arrival.
"Someone's painting and I think it's me! Someone's living and, oh, gosh, it's me! And so you see!" With her hands to her heart, Daisy spun in circles until she grew dizzy and collapsed on her back.
"I stopped buying cigarettes so I could afford fucking Led Zeppelin and I was lined up all fucking night but it fucking sold out before I could even—" He cut himself off by releasing a single yell and throwing himself to the ground.
An older man walking with his wife eyed Daniel with a nasty frown. He shook his head and muttered, "Gotdamn hippie fuckers."
"Woah," Daisy giggled. She touched Daniel's cheek. She never heard him drop so many f-bombs in a single sentence.
"Must be a sign. I'm on Their watchlist. They don't want me to be happy 'cause I know about them." Daniel sat up with a deep frown, grass in his hair and growing beard. His beard was just more than a dusting, his hair nearly to the length he had it before being receiving his draft card.
Summer was approaching again, but a bitterness stung the air after the slaying in the hills late last summer.
James furrowed his brows. "What?"
Daniel moaned and instinctively felt at his pockets for his pack of Marlboro.
Bonnie's squeals split through the air. Her smile was the widest Daniel and James had ever seen. She did a half-skip half-run. Sunshine halos shot out of her head. Daisy sat up, shielding her eyes as Bonnie became bigger by the second. She didn't have time to scoot over. She realized too late that Bonnie was coming directly for her.
