Existence Womb (56)

   
   "Existence Womb (56)"
    
   A frozen prairie.  A cosmopolitan city.  Calgary, housing a bit over a million cold folks, drinking beer, imbibing a legal remedy, and polite as ice cold shit--a paradox, but greatness.
   Miriam battled the snowy roads with the Boss 302, using the low-end torque to rotate and manipulate her way into a grocery store parking lot.  She fell on her butt, once, for a sec, upon the icy parking lot; next, she giggled, kept her Templar/Bowie knife concealed in case spooks would offer an assault, and marched gallantly, once cautiously picking herself up off of the glacial conditions.
   She was soon to fall in love with hockey.  Remembering Putin play on television, somewhere over near Russia, and him never getting roughed up a bit; plus, with the CFL, sports Northwards were the crazy rage, all gladiatorial in a hard-hitting nature, to architect a solid man, a Nordic Warrior braving the beasts of the field, perishing without pity, yet accepting the hands of blonde, glimmering angels.
   Miriam kept her raven-haired head under a colorful toboggan that boasted of the CFL's Calgary Stampeders; indeed, she was gelling with smooth mercury.