Not The Strolling Ones

A friend returned from one of those events we get stuck with as we age.

“So, how did the class reunion go?” I asked.

“Kinda fun. Some sad moments, though. Remember Lucy? I found out she died,” he answered.

“How awful! What happened?”

“She got a job at a chemical plant. Keith Simons was working there. You know what those two were like. Couldn’t think of anything but sex. Anyway, one lunch break they sneaked out to a favorite spot right in the middle of the factory and started making love. They rolled under a railing and fell right into a vat of Methyl Orange that some idiot had left open. Tragicomic, y’know.”

He paused for effect. “It reminds me of a Beatles song.”

“Huh? Which one?”

“Lucy in the Dye with Simons.”

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