Alive“Where shall we go and what shall we do today?” August asked the passengers in her car the next morning. Today she wore metallic blue leggings with a turquoise cotton dress and pink, sequined high-top Converse.
“We’ve had a piece of furniture and a corpse in the car, already. What’s next, August? An evil magician?” Lyosha rolled his eyes at her.
“I don’t control what sorts of things we meet along the journey. All I do is bring them in.” August pressed her lips together and then released them, making a popping sound.
“Well, I’m rejecting anything else that isn’t alive.”
“What constitutes alive?” August adjusted the rear-view mirror.
“Are you asking me what being alive means?” Lyosha crossed his legs.
“Yeah.” She flicked the steering wheel.
“I don’t know . . . like . . . somethin
