Diane

Dirk wore sandalwood, but that wasn’t the reason he was a jerk. With teeth like a saber tiger and eyes like jumping beans, he was anything but serene. She tried to make him happy, cooked vegan pie, did yoga poses nude. They ate rice balls and studied clouds. He was on his IPhone, when they crashed into a beamer. She bled from the mouth, whispered I love you. He drank it up, but left her there. It was a blue moon.