Crystalline Cool (19)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (19)"
   
   Duncan and Aimee hopped into the El Camino, Roadkill nesting in the truck portion; next, they cruised into the bruised and beaten down town, so small but strong in spirit, housing a variety of rednecks (some nice/some not), Native Americans, and all the colors of the promising rainbow.
   Duncan pulled the Royal Road ride of his into a coffee-shop parking lot, it exuding a slow ooze of poverty yet sublimity that birthed simplicity, and after exiting the vehicle, Roadkill intrinsically knew to stay grounded and keep guard.  So, the twosome swiftly walked like weird angels into the coffee shop where Aimee ordered a cup of java, hot and black; next, Duncan ordered some white tea with a kiss of spearmint.
   They listened as the other customers talked politics, being hypnotized by their electronic devices and social media accounts, and sincerely distracted from the reality of eternal life granted by a poor Rabbi.
   The guy behind Duncan angrily yelled into his pseudo-smart phone:  "Trump is an idiot.  The Clintons are crooks.  They got no damn hookers or massage parlors in this town--I can't take my life."
   Aimee broke the silence between her and Duncan, softly saying:  "If they only knew what Mary said concerning Christ--Her saying in the Good News to do what Her Son says."
   Duncan looked confused, but wasn't, asking:  "You know Scripture?"
   Aimee was like:  "I told ya--I've turned over the entire library in this town.  And just so you know--if you don't want to engage in intercourse, that's cool with me.  But maybe we could take a gentle shower and wash each others' hair."
   Duncan thought about it.  About innocent touch.  No temptation.  Saw the honesty in Aimee's eyes; indeed, it sounded like an innocent love-make; hence, he agreed.  And they heard Roadkill howling outside, turning their attention to the ignition of acceptance.