Existence Womb (75)

   
   "Existence Womb (75)"   
   
   It was a protracted process; nonetheless, they weren't caught.  Buck got street papers for identification, very strong work in illegal fabrication; next, got a job as a mechanic in Little Rock at a crappy, greasy garage out near East End--the freaking Boondocks.  
   Anyway, it was cool.  Owner let Miriam and him sleep above the garage--it was a little studio apartment thing, had that vibe, and Buck's wolf and Miriam's coyote instincts, growing stronger everyday, took care of the vermin that was prone to crawl around during nocturnal hours.   
   Buck did get the buzz-cut.  Miriam adored it, for his facial features now appeared larger, and more elegant--his celestial nose and serious dark eyes with flecks of forest green; plus, the high cheekbones made it all worthwhile to watch, constantly.  And she did.  Him.  Her lover.  Almost.  But the time was coming.
   She didn't go for the Irish, punk buzz-cut; still, took it pretty darn short.  A raven-haired Joan of Arc.  Both the Raven and Joan of Arc associated with sublime magic and mysterious mysticism. 
   It is not an evil thing to change.  Miriam had been realizing this since living the past two months out in rural Arkansas.  You can become better with God.  And even the coyote teaches, though prone to be cunning and secretive.  Moses was not David, and vice versa.  God, truly, loves us all.  Even the fallen, perhaps.  Yup, Miriam was blossoming betterways.