Pup pop and new sensations

"Thankless," a plush male spoke as he passed a ruined car. 
The man sees a new born docket pushed into the light, crumpled wrist of an ancient female. Her knuckles crack like the staircase you're always been too shy to tread on. 
In summer time, he would be compelled to comment and scald anything that demonstrated movement. Like a Neo-Goth musical outfit, he was tight.


Cal.