Saturday, December 17, 2011
Are You Hooked? - Entry #2
GENRE: Ya dystopian
When Logan finally arrives, he's holding a flower that could kill me.
I stop tapping my nails on the fence and stare at the green stem, at how the petals glint silver so they almost look like metal.
“What the hell's wrong with you?” I shove his arm away and back up so fast I ram into our shack's windowsill, but the pain doesn't faze me 'cause I've felt worse.
It's been eleven years since I've seen petals like that. Silver aster flowers are genetically manipulated to calm the mind, but I’m severely allergic to their pollen.
Leaning down, I sift my fingers through the dirt, find a rock, and throw it at his shoulder. Hard.
His laughter dies. “Jeez, Clementine.” He lifts a calloused hand and tears off a flower petal. Thin silver wrappings fall away, leaving behind the blackening blue of a common aster. It’s grimy, of course.
Everything’s covered in grime on the Surface.
My cheeks grow hot.
He smiles. “You didn’t seriously think I’d sneak into the Core to find a silver aster for you? God.”
“Oh shut up, Logan. You’re such an idiot.”
He tosses me the perfectly ordinary flower. I scowl, but sniff it. Smells like dust, same as everything.
“You ready to go?” he asks.
I snort and flick a red-orange curl out of my eye. Of course I’m ready. I’m wearing my only dress, light blue with faded pink flowers speckled across its fabric. I’m even wearing shoes.