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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Century or Centuries (02/17/11)

TITLE: Hooray for Y-2-May!!
By Mona Purvis


There is nothing more daunting for a guy than the first meeting . You know what meeting I'm talking about. Girlfriend takes you home to meet the family.

In my case, she's more than just my girlfriend. Since Friday night she's my fiance. That's right. I popped the question. We're going to be married in two months and I'm on my way to meet her dear relative, Miss Margaret Anne Hawthorne, known to Fallon as Aunt May.

Aunt May is the only close family member Fallon has other than her parents. Though I've never met her, I know just how fond Fallon is of Aunt May and so I take this trip very seriously. I'm prayed up, but still shaky.

“Turn here. Next road to the right.” Fallon punches my arm with excitement.

“Where? That dirt path?”

“Rick! You missed it! Turn around.”

Seeing no better solution, I make a three-or-four-point turn on the narrow blacktop and pull the SUV to a stop at the entrance of a grassy trail.

“See, Hawthorne .”

The old mailbox had seen better days.

“Rick, you may find Aunt May to be...well, a little odd. Around here she's known as Y-2-May. You know... Y2K. She's Y-2-May. You'll see.”

I hadn't prayed up enough. I see that now just as we round a bend in the bumpy road and straight toward a row of tall, noisy windmills. The earth-sheltered home is partially buried under the earth. The part that is extended past the earth is sod-covered and has grass growing on top. A rainwater collection system surrounds the home as well as other outbuildings.

Seated in a yard swing is a petite lady I recognize right away as Y-2-May. Her long grey braids reach the waist of the ankle-length rose-colored skirt. On her shoulder sits a Sulfur-crested Cockatoo; in her hand is a glass of iced tea.

Fallon jumps out before I come to a complete stop. I consider staying safely inside the car.

“Hurry, Rick! Come meet Aunt May and Bee Bop.”

I didn't have time to exit the car before the petite lady rose from her seat to open my car door and stare me straight in the eye.

“So, you're what Fallon is so excited about. Get out and let me take a good look at you.”

I know I'm not prayed up enough.

“Hello, Aunt May. I'm Rick. Fallon has told me all about you.”

“Has she now? Come over and swing with Fallon while I go get you both some of my sweet iced tea.” Her eyes twinkled, but only a hint of a smile reached her lips.

As I sat down with Fallon, she kissed my nose playfully. “I'm her heir, you know.”

“Oh, swell...”

“She was very prepared for the end of civilization as we know it when the clock struck midnight on December 31, 1999. Y2K ready, she was. She stockpiled grains, dry milk, sugar, honey, water, drugs, first aid, batteries, toothpaste. You name it. She has enough to last a lifetime. Even coated hundreds of canned goods with Rustoleum to protect from corrosion for years. Produces all her own power with the windmills.”

“Fallon, I know she's your aunt and all. But, she's just a bit off her rocker, don't you think?”

“She's sweet. I love her and you will, too. You just wait and see. She's just very protective of me.”

“Just think, you'll inherit all the dried beans you can eat. I'm warming up to her now.”

“Not everything she did in preparation for the end of the world was in vain.” Fallon had a most smug look and the biggest grin.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, long before it became popular, Aunt May converted every asset she has to gold. Been doing it for years and years. About enough to build Solomon's temple, if you know what I mean. And, of course, you know what the value of gold has become...”

Hooray for Y-2-May!

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Lynda Schultz 02/24/11
Ouch! I hope he's not a "gold-digger" though I suspect Aunt Mae will see through him pretty quickly if he is! Nicely done.
Kimberly Russell02/26/11
Sounds to me like wise old Aunt May has a lot of sense (cents). Very cute and nicely written as well. Good job.
Bonnie Bowden 02/26/11
I really liked the names of your characters. Eccentric or not, one very wise woman.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/04/11
Congratulations on ranking 8th in Masters and in the top 20 overall!