CRASH
"The world's getting smaller," Mandy said as he stared out the window through the rain.
"What do you mean?" Angel asked.
"The world's getting smaller," Mandy repeated, "Can't you feel it?" Mandy drew a picture of a circle on the window as he spoke. He blew on it and watched the steam from his breath erase the picture. "Poof," Mandy said, "It's gone."
The Cure played softly on the radio as the trio drove through the city. It was a weekend, so the traffic was heavy. Scrawny dipped a cigarette into some sheeba-sheeba and lit it up. The small car filled with the blue scent of chemicals. Angel drew deeply from the cigarette and passed it back to Scrawny who handed it to Mandy.
"What's this?" Mandy asked.
"It's drugs," Angel replied, letting the smoke from his lungs go.
"What kind?" Mandy asked.
"PCP," Angel replied.
"Cool," Mandy said, as he took the cigarette form Scrawny and inhaled deeply. The drugs made the cigarette taste sweet. He handed them back to Scrawny who smoked steadily from the cigarette for the next few minutes. The Cure sang softly as Mandy stared into the rain. He mouthed along with the band: -
"Gimme that!" Angel shouted suddenly at Scrawny, "You always hog the drugs and the sex. I want mine!" Scrawny passed the cigarette to Angel as Angel, without realizing it, drove the car into the oncoming traffic.
"I can fly," Mandy said magically and smiled.
