The impossible World II

Brasília, September 26, 2084.

“Son don’t forget to put your second skin,” says his mother.
“I already have it on, mama” he answers.
“Are you already using your ultraviolet lens?”, she asks from the kitchen.
“Yes, Mom, I don’t want to burn my retina," he answers.
“And ..” says the mother, but the boy interrupts,“I already have my special clothes against ultraviolet rays and acclimatizing.”
“And …” the mother says, “and the gloves too,” he finishes.
She follows,“Great, don’t forget to get the water, you mustn’t dehydrate.”
He responds, impatiently,All right mom! I will just play soccer in the covered field and then I'll be back.” As he speaks, he pulls the oxygen mask and opens the door of the house.
“Okay, I just do not want you to come home with burns again” says the mother, looking out the window.

Flying hugs,

Mayara Floss

English review: Alice McGushin