The sirens sounded, she blinked, and bluetime started. "Oh, no," she groaned. Usually there was enough warning to get to her reality shelter, but this time she was caught out in the street. not the actual street, which would be instant death since there were still drivers who hadn't made it home, but the sidewalk beside what had been a candy shop and what was now an extravagarium of orchids and Venus flytraps, all tinted in blue and frozen in movement. They would move with the waves, and she'd never be able to predict when a wave was coming--but it was still a wall between her and whatever might walk the streets in stop-motion that meant it was there one instant and gone the next, drawn from the imagination of the residents and powered by the blue, twisted into something beautiful or terrible or deadly.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lomoto/7090531397/
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Eh. Neat bit of description, could work well with something, or could end up incredibly cliched.