The next day, it was raining outside. I went out on the streets with my hood on my head. I went back to the music store but it was closed, only to see a sign on the window saying: We will return at noon. I looked at my watch and it was only seven in the morning.
Luckily, I brought something to put in my pocket, my communicator device in case of emergency, and five dollars from my piggy bank. Just then, a flying car flew by very fast that I got windswept with some purple particles that flew all over me. They were glowing and floating like cotton seeds in the air. I looked at the concrete floor and my feet are almost covered by many specks on me.
A second later, the same old man came by and kicked the purple particles off the floor. The particles were gleaming like glitter when they reached the gusty breeze which flew onto the old mans face, making him sneeze louder than the volume of my mellotron in a boom going
"AHH-CHOOOO!!!".
"Bless you," I said.
"Those purple sparks are like dust that tickles my nose," The old man coughed.
"That's what they are called, purple sparks."
"Ohh! I have an idea!" The old man paused!
"We should collect the purple sparks. I have two already clean vacuums in a jar. We each get one, ok?"
"Yes sir. By the way, I'm Megan, what's your name?" I asked.
"Call me, Mr Kipper," He replied
Then we started vacuuming all the purple sparks off the floor. The sparks felt soft like glitter when I touched them.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Consonance
Science FictionMegan is a musician and the princess of a fictional planet, Axilite. But she is also a warrior and defender, a day before the concert, a strange catastrophe called a "Musical Tension" descends all over the Axilite City caused by rain and stray parti...
