FF - Flash Fiction
copyright - C.E. AyrLast Sunday I went up to New York to visit my cousin Kevin, and as always we spent most of the time talking about how to contend with the relentless global warming. Just as we do in Philadelphia, when the heat gets unbearable New Yorkers splash around in any of the multiple bodies of water surrounding the city.
Monday morning it was so hot we joined thousands of New Yorkers and dove into New York Harbor. The water was blessedly cool and just as I surfaced I saw what looked like a majestic crown also surfacing above the waters.
"Lady Liberty too?" I asked.
"Ahh shit," bellowed Kevin, "there goes the day and every play on Broadway as well."
"It's Midtown's day to towel dry her."
I'm pleased to present this cautionary tale about climate change. If we're not careful about the environment, we'll all be required to towel down the iconic statues in every city where we live, and frankly I don't feel like getting that up close and personal with Rocky.
The other Friday Fictioneers have their own takes on the picture prompt above and you can check them out by clicking here. If you don't do it, you're all wet!
I hate that joke. I deserve to be drying Lady Liberty's private parts.