by David Halliday
It was a world. Drifting through the cosmos. Laughter. Spilling pills. Love and indigestion. The plaza. Before the malls. Open 24 hrs. For heart break. And Peggy Lee's laconic sad voice. Everyone wondered what it meant. Until they heard the sound. Of their stomach's grumbling. And the hob nailed boots. The cracking sound of bone. Against rock. Everything was alive. For a while.