Seething beneath the surface of her smile

Seething beneath the surface of her smile was a subtle sense of slightly soiled subterranean sensations.

With one final farewell, fostering feeble, faint feelings of unfathomable fright, she fought to forget. Fantasies of freedom and fortune, fears and failures, foretellings of fate

glaringly gone and ghastly. She grew into a ghost gravitating to green garages. She geared up to glow and glower but

didn't bother. Her patience was wearing quite thin, as was the material at the knees of her favorite pantsuit.

She knew she shouldn't wear it to do the gardening, but she couldn't resist it.. along with the huge turquoise earrings. It gave the neighbours something to talk about, especially

the jeweler across the quad who nearly swallowed his loupe every time she came out wearing the thirty carat diamond necklace. The snipers ensured her safety, but her nudity was

almost too grotesque to be believed. Even the snipers covered their eyes. That's when the meteor hit.

and an angry God depopulated the Earth until only a few remained--those that made their homes in the mountains. New human species would evolve: grotesquely twisted mountain people

from a place called "Malibu."