Chapter 22: The Parade
Malia and Charles rounded the corner of the street and faced a herd of smiling, joyous faces, people dancing, twirling batons, playing horned instruments, and celebrating. Multi-colored confetti burst into the air and rained down below. The procession stretched on endlessly, and as it moved, the traveling partygoers grabbed people off the street to join their growing celebration.
Malia laughed and pulled Charles into the mass of beautiful Aeonians, their skin tones spanning the gamut of human history. Malia joined them in singing their island song, teaching Charles the chorus: ‘We the Every-Place, the end of place, the first and final people, make love as one.’
Men and women wearing creative hairdos and stylish multi-colored silks fluttering on their bodies spun Malia from hand to hand, and Charles followed.
“It’s beautiful,” Charles said.