Jazzmin Flush (72)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (72)"
   
   Rascal had begun to deliver her coydog/California-man pups.  Jazzmin and Fredrica were the bar maids, bringing plenty of Wicca-celebrated John Barleycorn rebirthed in bottles after the divine, resurrecting harvest.  Thomas was absent during the female fest.
   Thomas drifted the streets of L.A. in this story's non-linear futurity, observing with keen, wolf sense the streetfire known as the levitation trains.  Too, he transcended the urban despair of it all, wending his wolfy way into the swank of it all, getting highly cosmopolitan in his brain's photography of remembrance.  He watched as the richly elegant walked hand in hand, ornamented in the finest clothing capitalism could buy.  And he wondered woefully.  Would he ever adore Jazzmin Flush in such splendor?  How was he supposed to even buy her a ring?  Yup, even though he was the arctic wolf, the Spirit Wolf, he was still a poor boy.  Then it hit him--a wolf can smell precious stones underground; thus, he would go on a rich man's safari to unearth jewels for his beloved, Jazzmin.   And, if his dog got lucky and had a day; next, he would ask Miss Jazzmin Flush for her soul in marriage.