The setting, the inside of a dark green, 2002, Pontiac Grand Am. The windows are up, the seats are down, and past the 8 year old tan roof lay over a million specks of flaming gas, dancing without moving.
The location is somewhere in the continental US, anywhere from 3 to 7 1/2 hours from an overpopulated suburb in northern Virginia. The time is morning, though the sky says night, and half of the world has to be sleeping. A fair amount of the world is also experiencing orgasm.
Our scene, the car, is surrounded by trees, or perhaps pavement, or buildings, or even a little of everything. Cars are parked all around, or maybe they’re not. Birds are passing one-liners to each other across the air, sweet talking each other from their separate trees, unless of course there are no trees.
I find it beautiful wherever I am. The only other character is you. The date is unknown.
Action.
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