Thought Bubbles

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A circle of the brightest students of their age, sat in a circle, engrossed in their note pads. Thinking about what they could do to save the planet from its certain doom. Their colour, changing from one idea to another, their thoughts were as one.

If one teenager had an idea, the other would write it down. If their ideas were the same, their colours would match. A creative circle it was called by their teacher, where they all wore head sets.

Young minds, with so much to share, and at least one of them might have a solution to the lack of oxygen in the world. There were air bubbles, yes. Pockets, like electricity, you had to pay for. For some, time wasn’t their friend.

The National Health no longer viable, the poorest of the earth’s inhabitants died.

‘I have an idea, there are microscopic plastic in the ocean, killing whales. Why don’t we use a hover net, pulling up those tiny pieces. Slowly melt down the particles, and build something out of them.’

‘What about bubbles, to create the air, give them to those who cannot afford it.’ he said, as he also turned yellow. He smiled, idea sharing was a great scheme, if only they could do more.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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