We secluded ourselves in the decades old, rusted metal bunker. I didn’t think it was a good idea for Jax to open the door. He insisted that the information we were hearing over the radio had to be true. There was now enough clean air to keep mankind alive.
“They wouldn’t tell us it was safe if it wasn’t, Chase.” He turned and looked at me.
“Well, I’m putting on my gear first. You should too, better safe than sorry.”
“I guess you’re right.” He said.
We had both outgrown our protection. The plastic chin straps were cutting into our skin. Still, it was better than chancing our lives. We pulled hard to get them over our heads.
“Put the goggles on also.” He suggested.
I tried but the stretchy plastic snapped off mine stinging my neck like the rubber band Tommy Hargrove shot at me in the second grade. I never will forget that day.
“Just open it!” I was nervous and ready to know my fate.
He went through the motions of lifting the heavy bar that was placed across the entrance.
“Holy, moly! Chase, you have to see this!” I ran to peek out with him.
“Oxygen is hatching everywhere. I told you they weren’t lying.” Jax was giddy with excitement.
“Woah… It’s beautiful.” I stood in awe. We couldn’t contain ourselves. We danced through the fields, catching one after another. We gently sat them down, popping each bubble, letting them explode magnificently around us.
“Ahhhh….. Can you smell that?” I asked.
“Boys! Take those football helmets and swimming goggles off! Dinner is ready! I swear neither of you lack imagination.” Mom yelled from the half open kitchen window.
“That’s momma’s pot roast you’re smelling.” He said. We both laughed.
“Shut the barn door back. If a coyote gets in there, daddy will spank us both.” Jax was always so bossy.
THE END.
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