Duck clad, duck protected Shelley stares through the triangle provided at the top of the ramp and recognizes the metallic pink car in the distance. It’s from the same stacked piles of old autos she and fellow Silver band member Okama Majo perched on top of about 15 posts back and contemplated the removal of the tip from the other sand edifice in town viewed in the distance, the male to complement the female — much like in Okama Majo’s body itself.
She then thinks she hears a single cry from below — human. Spooked at first, she rationalized that it must have been the effects of wind produced when she turned away from the car. Yes that must be it, she solidifies in her mind, just like No Lag solidified a banana immediately below her in order to say *SORRY* once more.
Down the next ramp she goes. Into the heart of the thing. tbc
