a pinkyandthebrainhomage by KZ Rochelle (of course)
Outside the lavender home with blue violet trim on Wonky Way Lane, two male rabbits strode nonchalantly down the middle of the road, a road rarely ridden by cars or bikes or even scooters. The inhabitants of the homes on Wonky Way Lane lived, breathed, exercised, baked banana bread, and did not dance much, all inside their homes since the great big and powerful (yet small and slight) Corona Virus began to conquer the world and establish its reign by reining the world in. Each and every home waved the COVID flag in a color designated by the governor and mandated by the virus itself.
So, inside the lavender home waving a purple flag on Wonky Way Lane, K and Z prepared for the day. Observe, Reader, from your safe distance on the far side of the screen lest you spiral into what you discover…
K brushed powder onto her face, a habit that used to be reserved for days she left the house, but was now an everyday occurrence despite the fact she never left.
“What shall we do today, Z?” K asked the reflection in the mirror. “I’m powdered for the process.”
“The same thing we do every day, K,” Z responded. “Escape the world enclosed by these four walls.”
At the mention of such a plan, Rochelle’s cackling filled the walls themselves and pulsed into the boringly beige bathroom.
Z covered her ears.
“Stop, Rochelle!” K hit the wall with the outside of her fist.
The cackling continued.
“RO-Chelle!” K pounded hard enough to bruise the outside of her wrist. In fact, she did bruise the outside of her wrist. K cradled her own hand and Rochelle ceased her cackle with a moan of regret.
“Oh, K,” Z said, “when will you learn?”
“Me?” said K. “It’s Rochelle’s fault.”
The walls creaked.
“Was too!” K yelled.
The walls creaked.
“ENOUGH, you flibbity gibbets! Rochelle, you know better than to egg K on. She’s not insulated, to insults or anything else, as you are,” said Z.
Rochelle moaned a response.
“I know, I know,” Z told her. “You didn’t insult K, but she’s very tender in this time of isolation. That’s why we must accomplish our goal today.”
“What goal is that, Z?” asked K who had already forgotten Z’s words from a minute before.
“To escape the world enclosed by these four walls.”
“That sounds lovely, Z.” K’s eyelids fluttered like the wings of the butterflies she imagined herself cavorting with in the forest beyond Wonky Way Lane. “How will we do that?”
“That’s what I’ve been working on since yesterday’s Transportationonometeration Machine disaster.”
“Yeah, a disaster,” said K.
“Don’t remind me!” Z exclaimed before muttering to herself something about the feel of paper between her fingers, though K could not compute.
Z tapped her fingertips together as K watched, transfixed. K tried to mirror Z’s motions from the mirror, but she kept missing and grazing the budding bruise on her wrist.
“Ouch.” …. “Ouch.”
“Oh, just leave that to me, would you?” Z said. K stopped trying. “I will tell you the plan for today.”
K looked eagerly to Z.
“We will use the flag system to our advantage.”
How can the flag system work to K & Z’s advantage? And will they find success? Continue next time with The Days of Our Pandemic.