Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  Myra was grateful to find breakfast waiting when she stepped out on to the patio in her favorite denim shorts and t-shirt. She lifted her face to the sun. Closing her eyes she took in the ocean breeze. She opened them and admired a bright blue sky. Wyatt had been right, it was entirely too beautiful to stay in bed. She sat down at the table and sipped at her coffee while reaching for toast. “Nah...ah...ah.” Wyatt corrected as he sat an egg white omelet down in front of her. “Low carbs Missy...low carbs.” “It’s toast.” “You can have one piece. One half teaspoon of low sugar jam or less. No butter.” “I can’t eat all of these eggs with only one piece of bread.” “Of course not. I’m sorry. Let me get you some pasta to go with those eggs.” Myra sighed surrendering the second piece of toast. “Good girl.” Myra held her hands up in front of her like a pair of doggy paws and pretended to pant. “There’s my favorite golden retriever. Would the good girl l

  The pandemic had changed them all. The population, the population as she saw it at least, was split into three groups. One was doing all that they could to avoid the illness. A second smaller percentage, every 10 -20 th person, believed that there was no illness at all. Their numbers were rapidly dwindling. The remaining forty-five percent, they were truly dangerous. They were the Knoblickers. The Knoblickers believed that the governments of every country in the world was involved in a massive cover-up. This pandemic was not a disease. It was a mutation. A bonding of the human race and that of an alien one. Space aliens of a far greater intelligence than our own. It is why no one had ever actually seen a single body. The ill were not really dying. People were ascending to a level of mental and biological superiority no one had the intelligence to understand. Governments were keeping members of the new race separate from the general population until more could