Jazzmin Flush (81)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (81)"
    
   Jazzmin Flush was in a ruthless rush--to get away from Thomas.  Not we should be friends chatter and all that hurtful jazz; alas, without packing a single item, attempting to rely completely and solely on the Holy Spirit lighting her retreating fire, she walked underneath the purple sunset of Los Angeles, knowing the crescent Moon would soon shine bright and that Thomas, her frigid love, would wend wolfways, if only in his dreams as he transcended the garden-variety werewolf.
   So, with less than bravado to back her up, just meek confidence and some lip gloss in the front pocket of her jeans, she pulled down tight her Dodger cap, and with intent eyes, boarded the levitation train out of the city, needing her own time for a bit, to reflect, draw unicorns in notebooks with glossy, sparkly ink, and forge wondrous prose for the sometimes vile vagrants locked within a dystopian society.
   The levitation train, magnetized, partially to the tracks, shot her away with muscle and mercury, Jazzmin twisting knots in her flowing gold, chewing nails downwards, and then as if Gomer Pyle with fantastically feminine eyes, and yet wearing a potent male aura, Merlin Pope emerged, sitting softly down next to her, uttering:  "Surprise, surprise, surprise."
   Jazzmin wasn't prone to profane utterances herself, yet let the uncouth goose loose, verbally spouting:  "Oh shit--is this gonna take long?"
   Merlin Pope grinned, but with discomfort, feeling Jazzmin's odd attraction towards him, a creepy crush of some sorts; thus, knowing their was possible soul-washing entrance, he suggested:  "We should run away together.  I really could use true youth and sonic beauty; plus, a lap dance every so often."
   Jazzmin Flush offered no response and felt no disgust.  Maybe she should just be a tramp.  To hell with whatever love she sought in life--go get some.  But whatever, nothing bothered her now.  Just riding a train with a sicko.  Indeed, for all her quasi-asceticism--she had a sense of adventure after all.