cesiumriver – Mike's Work

Now an award winning screenplay. Semifinalist at the Lake Travis Film Festival.

An ecology lab in a small Southern University is bombed by an unknown radical sect called the Nature Syndicate. Frank Love, the resident mollusk counter, survives to find he is the sole remaining target. His only clue is the encrypted contents of a memory stick given to him for safekeeping. Frank is determined to unravel the mystery behind explosion and find those responsible. But who are they?

Edgefield, South Carolina… Karen rolled down the window of the big blue car, “How long can we keep this up?”
Frank scanned the blank highway before him. “We’ve been lucky.”

They rumbled out to the highway, found SC 25 and turned south towards Augusta. Frank pushed down hard on the beast.. The hemi moaned as she sucked in the cool morning air. The big blue car tore through sheets of steam rising from the wet blacktop.

“We can get away from all this,” said Karen. “A fast car. Two hundred gallons of gas in that moonshine tank in the back. That’s enough to get us all the way to California. We can leave all this behind.”

Frank’s knuckles stretched white over the wheel, “That still can be, but first there is the business at hand.”

“You never talk about Tina.”

I’m from Belvedere, South Carolina. I grew up a few miles from what was called the Savanna River Plant, we called it the Bomb Plant. It was all secret cold war stuff out there. It wasn’t until later when we found out the were making plutonium out there. Tons of it. We always thought we were special until one day the idea came that the reason we were so lucky was that it had been determined if the place blew up the country would only lose Augusta and a rather large number if pine trees.

Then the long term consequences of 20 years of making the bad stuff came to roost. What did they do with all the waste products? Hence Cesium River.