A man moved from between cars that seemed to have been sitting in place for a very long time. Weathered. The tires caving into concrete slab of a parking lot. "We should go."
"Where?"
"Inside."
For three or five hours we read. One window was okay to be left open a crack, the one pocketed in dead air.
"No sense saving it," was said of the gelatinous sweet in a jar. We'd been given a third of a loaf of sourdough bread for our hike. We ate silently as "the cloud of radiation" bristled all around us.
"You
"Nancy
"You
Roused from a catnap between diplomatic rah-ows. Bruisings really as the money trails trained debt and aid and war and all sides into one giant garbage can that hardcore, purist environmentalists wanted gone from the planet.
"Whaat," she sleepily growled.
"Turn up the speakers on that jet."
"Yes, yes I'm awake."
"Get your ass
"Plane
"Down here!"
"Okay, I'll get my plain ass down there." There hadn't been enough high security to go around so some of the jets bandied around up top. While ground allies analyzed emissions and contrails and flow of luggage at airports. With surface-to-air activity on the Continent and large swaths of population taking up cause it was better together and not government people as flaunting celebrity.
Husband and wife kissed casually as trained people measured everything about that type of transportation.
"Thanks for coming Joan." At that the young reportorial writer burst into tears disguised as an asthma attack. "That bad?" Didion turned to other literary people. "Did we fuck up? Are we behind schedule? What's this about?" A hand in a skirt pocket waved in the direction of walking away from. "Soooooo STUPID. I, I sneezecoughwheeze don't even know what a tarmac IS," ordered to FREEZE shouted after her.
"I'm ev'ry woman it's all in meeeee," a ringtone blared in the cavernous airport.
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