Chapter 9
They took 34 north, through more
mountains, to give a wide berth to Boulder and Denver. The mountains
interfered with radio waves, so they were alone. They noticed more
and more animals, from bison to bear to fox, that were flourishing in
the new world. Some were clearly mutated. Some were animals that
they hadn't seen outside of zoos.
They drove right through Ester and
Lyons, though a few people did wave. At the larger town of Loveland,
they were stopped by a group of people holding a sign that read,
“Welcome, Lewis and Clark!” “They spelled our names wrong,”
complained Louis.
They mayor of Loveland led the group.
Word had been spreading over the radio of two guys driving around,
and the mayor had been expecting them. He eagerly asked to look at
their map. “We sent a few scouts in all directions when the long
winter ended,” the Mayor explained. “Most of them didn't come
back. We don't have the speed that you have, or a Geiger counter.”
Many townspeople copied the map and gave them gifts in return. Some
would head the way that Clarke and Louis had come from to seek family
and oppurtunity. Others asked fro rides and deliveries further along
the way.
This became more common with each
community they came upon. A map with a safe route was connecting
isolated groups, and they were all looking for something. In Fort
Morgan they were stopped by a group of about fifty men in Harley
Davidson attire riding bicycles. One of them did the talking for the
group. “I'm Spike. We run a delivery route between here and
Weldona, and we'd really like to know about more safe routes. We
love these roads, but we would love to have a larger range.” The
Harley Davidson riders had been riding together on the way to a
convention. They had all traded in their hogs for pedal power, and
the two communities they helped loved them.
Clarke and Louis took much longer than
anticipated to get near Topeka. They were giving rides to strangers,
swapping stories, and making deliveries that weren't too far out of
the way. They had become radio famous, and everyone they met wanted
a look at the map. Before, they had just been two college kids with
a cool car project. Now, they were really making a difference.
“Maybe someday,” Louis mused, “we'll even be internet famous.”
Clarke did most of the driving because
Louis loved playing around with the Geiger counter and changing their
course as needed to avoid hazards. On a rainy day, with batteries
running low, they were stopped in Manhattan, Kansas by an unhappy
looking fellow under a Sponge Bob umbrella. Louis questioned the use
of an umbrella in the land of a pineapple under the sea as Clarke
rolled down the window. The man had news about Topeka.
I write poems to pass the time, and sometimes it turns out well. Updates most weeks, usually on Tuesday. 2011 was a year for narrative works, generally using standard poetic tools. 2012 will be focused on homophonic and backwards/forwards pieces.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Chapter 10
After significant delay, I've finally gotten back to this story. This is the last chapter. I'm going to edit the entire thing a few times before I call it finished, but I'm not going to edit every blog post with edited versions. If anyone is interested in the complete, edited, finished final copy contact me through facebook or other means.
Chapter 10
First the man led Clarke and Louis into the city hall, where a welcoming committee sat. Topeka had not been nuked. Their buildings and infrastructurewere intact, but everyone was dead. Some country had, for some reason, aimed chemical weapons at Kansas. Wanda, the mayor, lamented the pristine buildings full of goods that could not be accessed. “Doesn't mustard gas, or whatever, dissipate over time?” asked Clarke.
Wanda didn't know. An old timer that introduced himself simply as The Veteran said that they didn't know what the places had been hit with, so they didn't know how long it would take before Topeka was safe. Or if it would ever be safe.
Next a man and a woman addressed Clarke and Louis. This meeting had clearly been practiced. The man spoke first, pointing to several specimen jars on a shelf, “We kept track of animals that ventured into Topeka. We collected several that died at various intervals after leaving Topeka. Someone should be able to analyze them.”
The woman cleared her throat and took over, “Our daughter, Cindy, was studying chemistry and one of the University of Illinois campuses. It was near the middle of Illinois, but not near Springfield or anything very big. They're supposed to have a pretty good chemistry program there.”
Everyone in the room stared at Clarke and Louis expectantly. Wanda realized it might be a little unnerving, so she spoke up, “We'd appreciate if you could help us, after coming all this way. I can understand that you might need some time to think it over. Gretel, can you pu them up at the hotel for the night?”
Clarke and Louis were treated to a generous dinner and a spacious room with a stocked fireplace. Several bottles of wine had even been sent up to their room. “I guess they really want whatever is in Topeka, “ Clarke mused. “Yeah, they must love that orange stuff,” replied Louis. They talked about it for a while. Champaign, Illinois was much farther than they had traveled so far. They had, however, nothing but support from each new town they came across. The car was in good shape.
“You know,” Clarke thought out loud, “We did tell Emma we'd check out Ames, Iowa for her husband if we were in the area.”
They made their decision and had a toast to celebrate.
The townspeople stocked the car up with supplies for the long journey and cheered as the two drove away. They had a real plan now, not a vague notion of what happens after college, not driving to a randomly chosen small city, but something concrete. “We're on a mission from God,” Louis stated, after they sang along to The Blues Brother's soundtrack. Louis and Clarke were on the road, looking for a way across the country. Their story had begun.
It was a bright day, and how could it get any better?
Chapter 10
First the man led Clarke and Louis into the city hall, where a welcoming committee sat. Topeka had not been nuked. Their buildings and infrastructurewere intact, but everyone was dead. Some country had, for some reason, aimed chemical weapons at Kansas. Wanda, the mayor, lamented the pristine buildings full of goods that could not be accessed. “Doesn't mustard gas, or whatever, dissipate over time?” asked Clarke.
Wanda didn't know. An old timer that introduced himself simply as The Veteran said that they didn't know what the places had been hit with, so they didn't know how long it would take before Topeka was safe. Or if it would ever be safe.
Next a man and a woman addressed Clarke and Louis. This meeting had clearly been practiced. The man spoke first, pointing to several specimen jars on a shelf, “We kept track of animals that ventured into Topeka. We collected several that died at various intervals after leaving Topeka. Someone should be able to analyze them.”
The woman cleared her throat and took over, “Our daughter, Cindy, was studying chemistry and one of the University of Illinois campuses. It was near the middle of Illinois, but not near Springfield or anything very big. They're supposed to have a pretty good chemistry program there.”
Everyone in the room stared at Clarke and Louis expectantly. Wanda realized it might be a little unnerving, so she spoke up, “We'd appreciate if you could help us, after coming all this way. I can understand that you might need some time to think it over. Gretel, can you pu them up at the hotel for the night?”
Clarke and Louis were treated to a generous dinner and a spacious room with a stocked fireplace. Several bottles of wine had even been sent up to their room. “I guess they really want whatever is in Topeka, “ Clarke mused. “Yeah, they must love that orange stuff,” replied Louis. They talked about it for a while. Champaign, Illinois was much farther than they had traveled so far. They had, however, nothing but support from each new town they came across. The car was in good shape.
“You know,” Clarke thought out loud, “We did tell Emma we'd check out Ames, Iowa for her husband if we were in the area.”
They made their decision and had a toast to celebrate.
The townspeople stocked the car up with supplies for the long journey and cheered as the two drove away. They had a real plan now, not a vague notion of what happens after college, not driving to a randomly chosen small city, but something concrete. “We're on a mission from God,” Louis stated, after they sang along to The Blues Brother's soundtrack. Louis and Clarke were on the road, looking for a way across the country. Their story had begun.
It was a bright day, and how could it get any better?
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