FIXING GOOD (M.M.D.P. PT.15)

‘You fucking bastard, I’m getting married you swine.’

- ‘White dress too I suppose!’

- ‘Symbolically, ya.’

- ‘Oh will you fuck off!’

-' You’re a troglodyte, a beast, an animal!’

- ‘I suppose…with any luck'!’

They kiss, the lovers, and want more. Some of which they understand, some of which they don’t. Some of which, they’d want to, some of which they won’t…the blackening glass pipe giggles on the locker, it’s obscured phantoms, all to dirge.

Thad and Piper, where to now, where to next? The rain that burst from a thunder, is a seeping soar and a kind relief… where to now, where to next?