posted on Jun, 18 2010 @ 03:04 PM
The sunlight slipped from behind a cloud and flashed thousands of tiny diamonds across the surface of the water. A cold blue blanket drifted to warm
green as the tide slipped over the white sand and back out again. Julie stood with her face to the warm April sun, eyes closed tight as the tide
stole sand from under her feet and washed it back over her toes. She was six years old. She was always six in this dream. Then, as always,
realizing this was a dream brought Julie from the Eden of childhood to the hard cold bed in her dark barracks room.
Someone moaned in their sleep and Julie recognized the nightmare. She was always six in her dream. She was six when the water was clean, six when
the charming Pensacola sand turned from a sugary white to a brutal brown. She was six when the men and women came in their chilling black masks and
their menacing guns. Men and women like the ones who guarded her stark barracks. Men and women who ripped her from her mother’s arms then shot her
parents filling the night with the cacophony of gunfire and screams. They loaded the living in busses to be taken to the waiting trains. Julie was
sent with other girls to one train, while her neighbor Danny was sent with other boys to another train. That was the last time she saw Danny, or any
boy for that matter. The dead were left where they fell.
Julie rolled over to her side, pulling the gray wool blanket around her shoulders. She was not a child, she was thirteen now and she understood the
how’s and the why’s of that day over seven years ago. Those who had complied with the evacuation that fateful night were sleeping safely in their
guarded camps when destruction came to the gulf coast. Of course the gulf coast wasn’t the only area that had been evacuated. Most people lived in
the camps now, though not many over the age of 16. The camps were the only safe places. Too many people refused the assistance and some actually had
the audacity to fire on the evacuation teams. While she still missed her parents, she accepted that resistance could not be tolerated. Most of the
grown-ups had resisted and they paid for that crime with their lives. Now it was up to Julie and those like her to take up the challenge of restoring
Today was graduation day and Julie smiled as she contemplated the adventures this day would bring. All of the girls were given their new assignments
last night. Each girl was excited and looking forward to their new station. Three of the girls had been chosen for the breeder program, the greatest
stature a girl could attain. They were no longer in the barracks and would share the platform with the officials later today. Although Julie’s
father had been white, her mother was a Hispanic which disqualified her as a breeder. But Julie no longer cared for status or station. Tonight she
and others would board the busses to the work camps in the south. Decontamination crews were needed along the coast. Julie was going home.
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[edit on 6/18/2010 by darkelf]