From: billbill@wetware.com (Bill Bill) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: remembery night or days Date: 1 Dec 2000 23:56:06 -0800 Organization: wareware Lines: 43 Message-ID: <90a9um$6n8$1@wetware.wetware.com> Whatever the words were, Tom had left his knife on the car seat and was talking to the sky with his eyes closed. "I told you not to eat that shit," he said. "I told you I never stole a gun. You always should have believed me. You were the only one I told the truth." The sky's eyes glinted a million ways, meant a million men. Tom's father waited to rise in the east, anxious to hear the conversation. Tom continued to see only the space between the lights. "Sometimes I cut my hair with your knife. You had it in your pocket every second." Mallea was pretending to sleep in the back seat. She had argued with Tom about leaving the blades open. She was imagining, almost dreaming, that she was the night fog slipping over the mountain, over the back of the driver seat, wrapping her hands around the blade, closing it into the knife. She had a history of wild fantasy. She sat up and grabbed the knife, buried the blade in the back seat, held the friendly end with her soft touch. Tom and Mal left the sanitary restaurants behind long ago. They are far beyond the edge of the cities. In the dark around them only the wild dogs watch, only a sound from a river runs past. They have given up on you, and your warm light switch, and your instant water, and your false family in the nightly box lights. They have paint, and clay, and a corporate plan. They think of you as small somehow - a lovely figure to paste on the hood ornament with a dollar. They are creating the Future Of Love 2000, in memorial of the one bright day in the sun. Ironically, the sun rises. Don't you wish you were the sun? Every single day. No matter how the story ends, you see the stage struck and the actors go home to warm arms or ticking clock. You wait for the cold and everything else is amusements. What if the sun himself were able to learn a new trick? bill bill wetware com