Frank Lynn cut off the radio in disgust. “Aw man, this car is like our country in that it’s a *wreck* and deserves to be towed away.”
“Oh, Frankie, Frankie,” countered one time lover Wanessa, having a different view on things. “Just because you don’t like what The Man be trying to tell us, the good Lord above us all, he still knows what’s good and best, don’t you worry. Don’t you worry a bit about this here country. We’ll be fiiiiiiiine.” She paused, then came up with what she thought was a winning line: “We’re saving *babies* after all.”
Frank looked over, sensing a divide between red and blue, as if an impenetrable white line was drawn between their car seats, passenger and driver. And she had control of the wheel now. Can they resolve it? Tow hook secured, the car moves up and then away from the scene of the crime, where Frank first heard the results. Like a big red cube dropped on us all. And not just one.
Here come the aliens?
Sunklands 