Jazzmin Flush (8)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (8)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush elegantly escorted Thomas through the imprisoned underground till upon the levitation tracks of a public transport train--arm under his, their weird synergy made entrance, and they took their seats near the caboose.  There, they listened as an elderly man holding a bottle of ketchup gave verbal confession on his holo-phone to a robotic physician.
   
MAN HOLDING KETCHUP BOTTLE
Look Doc, I've had chronic diarrhea with blood for nearly twenty years now--and I still don't mind living too much.  Thanks to the Libertarians allowing me medical herb for my service as a man--it keeps me kick'n.  And the wolves hate us for it.  But we ain't ask'n for much.  Just a seat at the public park, interesting people to observe, and a transistor radio for entertainment.  We cripples don't wanna rule the world, but we have RIGHTS to exist.  Once the wolves do away with us; then, who will they have to pick on?  Like my psychotic God told me:  "Don't worry--not on My watch."
  
   Jazzmin blushed with a grin--so did Thomas.
  
JAZZMIN
And the small, solitary Vulpes vulpes ensnared the wolf into lovemake; thus, the coyote liveth!