Thought Bubbles

My post is written in response to https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/02/16/reenas-xploration-challenge-268/

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…