Gunshot Glitter

It all started out on a sunny beach on the sands of California. Two lovers, hand in hand, strolled down the grit and the muck experimenting with psychedelic drugs and homosexuality, all cock and endless balls. They waved their genitalia in the air and soaked their souls in superfluous dreams. Then, the wind came swooping down from the heavens and pulled at their skins, and a vast collection of sand caught up in the gusts struck them down with brute force and buried them under the ground. They prayed for their collective safety. They prayed to the king of the Jews, the prayed to Allah, they screamed for redemption and sanctimonious treasures of empurpled satin and forbidden velvet. They made love several times in prayer and called for help from every God they could think of. Moments later, the wind blew the sand off of their tear stained, sweat laced and semen soaked bodies and they both took a deep sigh of relief. They walked away from one another and never saw each other again. Not a word was said between them as they sauntered away from each other, only the faint rolling sigh of the ocean could be heard. One decided to buy a suit and become an investment banker. He later got married and had three children and died of congestive heart failure. The other decided to become a fireman and lived a very lonely life. He died while on duty.