bodega bay

she yanked back her purse from him after he had stooped to retrieve it from the floor of the baskin robbins. she had thrown it toward his shins seconds earlier; nickels and dimes were still rolling around the linoleum.

'what about bodega bay?'
'you've got to be fucking kidding.'

with that she left. he picked up all the change and bought two scoops of brightsicklygreen pistachio mint. he found her debit card under a stool and handed it to a chinese boy, who started shrieking, reminding him of her.