Things Fall Apart

7. Flat Sodas, Radio and Sandstorms

The Trash Lords sat still.

The sun rose and set.

The weather was heavy.

The sun was violently beating the sand. Nobody could put a bare feet on it.

There was no wind, no clouds. The sky was bright blue. The air was so tight they could barely breathe.

Jet Star, Fun Ghoul and Cherri Cola were slouching in the sofa, Party Poison and Kobra Kid sitting on the mat, sipping old sodas, their eyes barely open, almost naked, shiny with sweat, flies circling around them they weren't courageous enough to chase.

"It's funny how what's left of our childhood stands in rusty soda cans which content went flat a while ago..."

Doctor Death Defying's voice pensively echoed from outside the House "But, hey kids! Believe me or not, the heat's actually better outside."

"Thanks, D" Cola replied in a husky voice "But I don't think any of us is courageous enough to move..."

"Man, if Dracos can survive under this heat, I'm pretty sure even the dumbest of them could get us all right now..." Jet Star sighed.

"I HATE this heat! It's overwhelming!" Cola exclaimed.

Tommy Chow Mein, wearing his usual impeccable suit entered the Radio House.

"Dude! How can you were this same suit night and day under every weather and still have it impeccable! I don't understand it's like magic!" Doctor D huskily laughed, entering after him. "Aren't you just dying of warmth right now?"

"Nah I'm alright." Tommy soberly replied. "Anyways I brought stuff back from the outskirts of Bat City especially for you guys!"

"Oh boy! What is it?" Cola jumped up, clapping.

Tommy smirked. "Some good stuff, my friend!"

"Won't you just tell us already?" Poison impatiently sighed.

Tommy ruffled in his suit's inside pocket for a while before theatrically brandishing a small plastic pouch filled with light blue pills.

Cola gasped.

"What is it?" Jet Star genuinely asked.

"Drugs. Duh!" Tommy explained.

Poison darkly smiled. Fun Ghoul excitingly jumped on the sofa, laughing.

"It'll make the heat better, at least." DJ Hot Shrimp sighed dramatically, entering the living room from the bedroom. She wasn't here a lot recently, as it seemed that she had found another home in the Zones, the sectored areas of the desert surrounding BL/ind cities, so that Doctor Death Defying was looking for somebody else to broadcast.

"Come on! Be a nice pal and pass it on!" Doctor D begged Tommy.

They all sat in a circle around him, detailing each and every one of his movement with curiosity.

Tommy simply emptied the pouch and distributed a tiny blue pill to everyone.

"Those ones are simple. Just swallow them and I swear you'll be sent galaxies away!"

Everyone complied and then laid back a little, their minds slowly fogging up.

Fun Ghoul closed his eyes, strangely calm.

His mind was like a pink map, pinpoints at the tip of his fingers, scratching names on a mailbox.

The sun wasn't here, it had stayed back home. The world was too cold, too violent. Still, he had embraced it all, and now wandered through life, looking up, waiting for more, at the moon, the stars teared in the Night's black paper like full stops in the world's story written on the back of the sky's infinity.