"We stood in the street as if upon a glistening scarab back.
Proud and severe within a slick shroud of hair Dominique surveyed the oil black night like a predatory goddess. A car swerved close in a drunken arc and splattered us with mud. Her naked feet did a barbaric dance on the slick asphalt.
"FOOL!" Her arm arrowed high her fingers, poised as if to draw lightning from the sky."