Kooky Lucy Frost (16)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (16)"
   
   Kooky Lucy, with more "tics" than a Dalmatian @ a dog park, nervously wended her weird way into the market to get some Icelandic water and bean sprouts.  It was as if she could feel all the emotions of the shoppers, the ups and downs, the overwhelming hysteria of a mutated mankind.
   She focused on herself, who she was, and her mission--just two items; next, get the hell out of there.  She wanted to go through automatic checkout as always--less contagion; however, upon noticing a tall blonde woman, blonder than her, and with eyes emerald green, brighter than her forest green, she felt cleanliness and kinship, as if an angelic sister was there to protect her.
   She didn't wish to be golden blonde and not dirty blonde, or have emerald green eyes and not her forest green eyes, for deep down she loved herself, getting more of a hint of who she actually was.