still it made its way toward the rock . perhaps , but not if your thinking is rigid . something shiny spun toward him , caught for a split second in the faint light of the small crescent shaped moon . my final words are drowned out by the sound of a motorcycle driving past us on the street . she wasnt looking forward to the evening . hundreds gather farther down the pier to listen to whatever c-list singer got booked for the night . holiday popped up and caught her arm . 