it seemed certain that this person was making for the bus stop also since he had yet to see anyone walking just for the sake of it this far out of town . it was laying in a puddle of milky eggnog . she was the rose , but he was all petals being picked , falling , fluttering up into the air upon her breath , parachuting down , safe upon the floor drawn by the gravity of her desire . she had no soul to give up . they 'd seen their mother break down before their eyes . 