Fall: Episode 1: Whoa, What a Rush…
Instantaneously, after riding the time vortex, Sara, Mary and Marsha, were back at their exact positions at Woodstock, not far from the stage where Janis was still in full shriek. As the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny boots looked at Janis shrieking through their circular rose shaded glasses, and holding on to their respective replicas, they heard a man’s voice. “Hey babes, who are your friends? Why are they naked?” snickered the younger beatnik with a Beatle’s styled hair do and a goatee. “Mind your business dude. These girls had to be rescued from a plasma vortex. It sucked their clothes off man!” said Sara hiding her doll’s genitalia. “Hey man, there are a lot of chicks without clothes here. Is that what happened to them too?” said the male beatnik seriously clued out. Sara just shook her head and looked at Marsha and Mary. “Lets go to our van and we can stash our dolls in there. Come on.” commanded Sara to Mary and Marsha as she led them towards the parking area of that particular portion of the field.
As they walked towards the area of parked vehicles, it was getting twilight out and fireworks and sparklers were starting to fizzle and light up the sky. “Can we go and see where our boyfriends are? I would really like to see what they are up to.” said Marsha as she lugged her doll now getting heavy. “Yeah, I want to see mine too. I want to make sure he is not flirting around with someone else.” said Mary carrying her doll flung over her shoulder. “No way man! we agreed with all our boyfriends that this is a girl’s night out and they are not to come near us if they see us, and we are not suppose to go near them if we see them! And that includes spying on them Mary!” said Sara carrying her doll in a cradling position. “Are you not one bit interested in what your boyfriend is up too Sara? I mean he is always screwing around on you! How can you accept that?” said Marsha now struggling with her doll. “We have a understanding Marsha, he can see who he wants and I can see who I want. Besides, we are really just good friends. That way I don’t have to make excuses to him if I really do not want to see him. Not like you Marsha, always making excuses to your boyfriend why you cannot put out! I mean he must be doing some other chick! Either that or he masturbates after getting blue balls from you teasing him all the time.” said Sara chuckling and stopping in front of their Volkswagen van, pink in color of course with several peace symbols and assorted flowers painted randomly, covering the van.
Mary opened the rear cargo door and flung her doll inside, then helped Marsha put her doll inside. Sara then flung her doll inside and closed the cargo door. “You can be a bitch sometimes Sara!” said Marsha frowning and fixing her bandana. “There is hope though for you and your boyfriend, Marsha. After you get him all horned up from your teasing, you can get him to do your doll and still remain faithful to you! And you can remain a virgin for the rest of your natural life!” said Sara as looking at Mary as they both started to laugh. “Sara, you are totally wrong! My doll must remain a virgin too!” said Marsha now sounding pretty unintellectual. “Marsha, it is an inanimate object! It cannot be a virgin you twit! Besides, you don’t think Joe and his business partner didn’t have their way with your doll already? How many of your dolls are already being sold and drooled upon by countless men having their way with your replica right now. I mean you and Floozy Ball here signed the waiver! said Sara still laughing. “You are just mad that Joe rejected you. We seen you getting all hot and flustered with him as he just turned away and went to do his rounds, Miss Sunken Buoys in the Abyss!” snickered Mary defending Marsha. “Yeah, Joe, oh Joe! you were ranting as you squirmed on the floor after fainting. Miss Sunken Speedbumps.” said Marsha in full sneer. “Besides, that was the future, Sara! It has not happened yet!” said Mary folding her arms. “Yeah Sara! My dolls are still virgins!” said Marsha now over her head intellectually. “Man, you too really blow my mind to extremes!” said Sara as she knelt down on one knee to tie her loose lace on her left granny boot.
“I was reading the instruction on those pills. It had a folded piece of paper inside. It said, “once these pills are taken to return from a point of destination, there may be a fluctuation of the hemispheric balance, if precautions are not taken” or so it read.” said Sara as she got up and went to the driver’s side door of their VW van, opened and climbed inside. Mary opened the passenger door and both Marsha and Mary climbed into the van and shared the passenger part of the seat. “What precautions?” said Mary looking curious. “Yeah Sara, what were we suppose to do? And when can we go see the guys?” said Marsha as she checked herself out in the rear-view mirror. “It continued to say, “once destination of original origin is reached, you must remain still for at least 10 minutes silent. If you do not, there is a strong possibility of being sucked back into the time vortex unexpectedly and sent to an undetermined time destination. At that point, you have created a new origin to which you can return from the undetermined time destination, if you have the pills, so we should remain still for awhile.” said Sara looking at Mary and Marsha now worried. “Do we have any pills left, Sara?” asked Marsha now squirming in her seat. “Yes we do now shut up Marsha and stop squirming, be still!” whispered Sara loudly. As Mary looked out the passenger side of the windshield very worried, trying to remain as still as possible, the outside seemed to ripple and vibrate. Then, the van started to spin, slowly at first, then picked up speed and a vortex of darkness and lights from the distant stages started to form, seemingly bending and twisting the van, ascending higher, in mid air, causing the van to spin at light speed whilst the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots were in full scream as the VW van disappeared like a shot of light into the darkened hemisphere. “Whoa, what a rush!” said the young beatnik with the Beatle’s styled hair do and goatee as he puffed on a large doobie, watching the VW van disappear into the stars.
“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)
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