A Story Full of Sound and Fury, Signifying Nothing

"Cuz I said so, that's why."

"Okay, you know best, Babs."

They pulled the car around to get a good view of the landfill. It had a certain beauty after the dynamite detonations, and they all felt its magic.

"What now?" he asked her. She pulled on her flask. He pulled on her sleeve.

Another round of explosives went off. He raised the roof another notch so they could both sit up straight. He complimented her on her posture.

The cops arrived just then, as they had predicted. She pulled the pearl-handled revolver from the glovebox and took out all but one bullet.

"Can I see your license, ma'am?" The beefy cop stared unblinking as debris fell about him. Somewhere a cow mooed. They looked around in bewilderment, then saw a small canister land on the hood.

"Here's all the license I need," she yelled into the cop's face, discharging her weapon simultaneously, but she only heard a click. The cop had pulled out his Bic and lit a cigarette for all 3 of them. She apologized for her pistol, and he smiled.