fingering things out
--luna back---
Mike and Boog wandered off in their delicate wintry way to the House of Beauty and Terror, in hopes of finding that precarious place in between.
meanwhile, the lovelorn sarah dinsmore is driving fiercely in the general direction of arizona. on the cd player, william burroughs rants incoherently. outside, lightening flashes incongruously,beings there are no apparent clouds. sarah tries counting her blessings, but when she gets to
her middle finger, she is stumped. coincidentally, so is her middle finger, thanks to her poor attention to the gun safety training portion of her "oregon outdoorswoman" course. the sad irony of that synchronicity causes her to attempt a familiar obscene gesture at the sky, which obviously falls short of intention, since there's no middle finger.
muttering obscenities, she stomps the footfeed and lurches into the night. there's a diner out there some 80 miles ahead, and she's got a date with destiny.
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