"The engines broken again!" Poison called from outside.

The intense summer heat in Zone 6 came upon them. The transam's engine broke down again and Poison lacked in mechanics.
"Oh jeez." Helena groaned to herself heading toward the vehicle.
"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Fixing your precious vehicle."
"Dammit Jet, get your fucking ass out here!" Poison called as he went inside.

Ghoul lay next to the mailbox cemetery; beer in one hand and box of cigarettes in the other. Grace sat next to him, playing in the dirt.
He gazed at Helena, watching her every move as she fixed the vehicle. He imagined his fingers gracefully caressing her entire body. He saw himself placing his soft lips on her tender neck. He pictured the two of them in bed together making passionate love and then-
"Ghoul, you ok?"
Grace had brought him back to reality.
"Oh, uh, yeah." he answered. "I'm fine."
"You like her, don't you?"
"Her who?'
"Helena, of course. I'm the only other female out here."
"Nice try, Grace. I have a wife."
"But you still like her, don't you?"
"And what if I do?"
"You're screwed. It's too late."
"Da fuck?"
"That's what Helena said last night."
"What she say?"
"That she was too late for her to find love and that she was too broken and shattered to understand true love."
"And did she even tell you her age?"
"26."
Silence.

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"What the hell?" Poison called from inside.
"I fixed it." Helena responded.
Ghoul eyes followed her as she went inside.