let go of my hand. Taking one last drag, she puffed again and threw whatever was left of the blunt. She unz

that?”

what she meant by ‘Negatives Urn’. An Urn I knew was a con

the container for hol

pretty sure my lips parted too. Was she holding

made a few modifications to mine. The

she was saying. “You’ve lost me. W

gret, things I wish would just go away. So I write them down and when I’m done writing, I fold the paper and burn them. I put

o why we are at the edge of the river” I said. As I put togeth

“I am her e to scatter the ashes

style”

and stepped into the river. I watched her quietly as she

ed to my legs “I’m wearing really ti

sense of adventure. Come on…

her abruptly. Then I gazed at the s

illing my vibe?” she

nter the river with it on. The river was chilly and somewhat unclear. I wondered what hideous creatures lurked beneath the surface, hoping some carni

above hers. Bella held the Urn-flask in one hand and the lid in the other. “Care to participate?”

sure”

ned I wondered. “Let me have your hand” she said. I gave it to her. She made a fist and opened it gently so she wouldn’t pour all of the ash into my hand. She scattered the ashes on the r

am honored”

e. Speak of mixed feelings. I was sad mostly because she said she wanted to go when the night started to get really interesting. On th

ut on her shoes and str

st articulated her swaying hips and perfect bum so beautiful

elt like an idiot for going in the water with my pants on, but I was one very ha

d it go?”

d. “Um, it wasn’t terrible I th

ou have a fighting chance after all” Erick tol

s” I t

hought you guys were going for a dip

ask”

k asked, confus

ngy. It seemed like a pretty personal thing to me. It made me wonder why she even told me i

e said “Jonas turn up the beat!” she yelled. She got up and started dancing, walking towards the middle of th

dom ass of a dude beats me to it” he said rather too loudly

oths to a flame, more and more people join in o

sometimes. “Nothing but a bunch of Estrogen and Testosterone driven lots.” I looked at him, then I turned to the supposed dance fl

hey are like zombies whose craving for fresh brains have

rought out my phone, double tapped to check for new messages, there was none. The time was 7:40. I reme

act that he was the town’s sheriff. And except you fancied spending the night behind bars, it was time to bolt. I watched in amusement, no category of Homo sapiens disperse with the speed of light like a bunch of d

is and Abby’s sake was sober enough to drive them home. They climbed into his paint chipped, part rusted, rugged looking Volvo. A birthday present from his pa