extranea

john slowly strolls down the autumn river. he's feeling good. well, better than good. it's his birthday. happy birthday john, he thought to himself. he turns his head at a slight angle over to his left, where steven, facing ahead, is complaining about religion. john says, who cares, it's my birthday. steven says birthdays are arbitrary constructs and that no one is alive nor dead. taking a moment to mull the thought over, john tells steven to go fuck himself and hurls his body into the river. it's a colorful autumn, john thinks. continuing along, he finds his campsite where jenna lies fast asleep by the fireside. he kisses her goodnight before jumping into the fire and disappearing altogether. jenna's slender figure trembles a bit in the rusty leaves, but she dreams of winter. what a cold act for john to commit. she dreamt that, but only the thought of it, in winter, but it was autumn. then the moon decides to come up and jenna languidly pushes her arms into the fire to fervently pull out a box of cashews. warm-roasted cashews in autumn. hmm, they'd be better in spring, she thought. cashews are a spring-time treat. heather, over in the tent overhears this and disagrees. jenna throws heather into the fire.