Liberty's Sparkle (6)

   
    "Liberty's Sparkle (6)"
   
   Faye didn't stop.  She was not eager to be a solitary skank, only entertaining the slow-burning evolution of neolithic men for pragmatic sexual purpose.  Verily, she only wanted a girlfriend.  It burned hot in her asymmetrical though yearning and well rounded heart.
   "I guess Spanky just needed to mark his territory--keep all the coyotes away and everything."
   Liberty still smiled at the kind and friendly act, even after securely locking up her terrier beast within the safety of her humble dwellings.  "I guess he just needed a friend."
   Then, Faye with:  "No, I've got no Native American heritage in me.  Can't talk to dogs and all that stuff.  But I know he loves you, and you need love Liberty.  Too, I'm sorry about your Dad."
   Liberty kept quiet.  Just smiled sweetly, not unearthing the pain and anguish of losing a second parent.  Yeah, Dad was the coolest.  Loyal, like a dog, to the end; on the flip side, her Mom, sold to the quasi-harassment of a testosterone fueled suitor, pestering her until a sleazy marriage; next, sailing away, never to be heard from again.  Not even a fucking note after Dad had passed.  Nothing; nevertheless, Liberty wasn't bitter.  Just plain damn sad.
   And, as she glared in Faye's Goth direction, not minding a friendly face anointed in metallic piercings and haunted by misery--she could not help but see a reflection.
   A mirror image of herself.  A lost soul.  A lost boy, yet so feminine.  Wanting Peter Pan and the crazy amazement of friends who could fly you away to Neverland.