Missed Independence

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It is the year 2186 and Kanye West's great great great grandson is President and the U.S. has been under Chinese control for 100 years but we are celebrating our one-year independence! Oh yeah and the sky is changing from blue to purple.

Submitted: August 16, 2015

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 In 2186, the sky turned purple.


It was September 23, the one-year anniversary of our independence. We were sitting on a blanket in the grass next to a large industrial-size fan that did a lousy job of cooling us down on a 97 degree night. We watched as the last few drizzles of fireworks punctured the sky. They were the aftershocks, the sparks, the lights that went boom, sent up by people wanting one more thrill. Babies laughed and cooed, teenagers rolled their eyes. For a little over a hundred years, we had been the People's Republic of America, as China renamed us since taking over in 2085. But in September of last year, we had reclaimed our independence. President West, the great-great-great grandchild of Kanye and Kim West, had been responsible for this.
 
We--and by "we" I mean me, my husband Ralph and my thirteen year old daughter Alison--were celebrating with friends in our backyard.  After the show of fireworks, we retreated to our wooden bungalow to settle in for the night. The next morning, I awoke and looked out the window to see the sky a deep, vivid purple. I blinked a few times. We couldn't afford a screen, or a television, as people in the old days would call it, so we only had heard rumors of the government pumping sulphur into the upper atmosphere to block out the sun's rays. Supposedly, it would form a blanket over the ozone layer in a last ditch effort to fight global warming. This color change didn't happen overnight; the sky had been slowly changing color for years, but today it was purple, which just happens to be my favorite color.
 
Then it started raining. Hard. Ralph ran into the living room and began frantically searching through our record collection. We were practically the only people on earth who still had a record player. "Ha! Here we go." He put the scratched record on the turntable and Prince's "Purple Rain" started playing.
 
I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Really?"
 
"I've been waiting so long for this!" He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, a goofy smile spreading across his face.
 
I laughed and looked outside at Alison. She was sweating in the oppressive heat, gazing up at the sky. She suddenly turned and ran to the front door. She burst inside and yelled, "Mom! There are people outside!"
 
I went to the front room. "Yeah? What kind of people?"
 
"They are pulling up in big trucks and it looks like they have uniforms on." She peeked out the window. "They have guns!"
 
I didn't recognize the language of the writing on the trucks. It wasn't English and it wasn't Chinese.
 
I looked at Ralph. He sighed loudly, uncrossing his arms and said, "Oh well. That was a good year."
 


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