Stroke of midnight. Maddy the skyscraper comes riding up in a tailor-made cabrio Chevrolet. Flash of metal. Intrigued, she stops, switches on a few of her lights. On the side of the road, there's a Ferris wheel on rollerskates smoking a cigarette.
“What you doing there?” flickers the skyscraper.
“Getting a little static time,” rolls the Ferris wheel. “Nothing better than a little quiet.” He spins a fraction counterclockwise, flicks away the cigarette stub.
“I agree,” flicker Maddy's lights.
They share a little quiet.
“You?” asks Ferris finally. He does a few laps to keep warm.
Maddy feels stiff and haughty. “Moving. Getting sick of the same old view. Bet that's a problem you never have.”
Ferris tries sighing, creaks a little. “Perhaps. It's true I've seen all corners of this country. It's true I lived a full life. But you know what, I'm ready to settle down. I can't handle this constant arousal anymore.”
Maddy's lights flash an audacious smile. “I know this is a bit sudden but...”
Ferris interrupts, spins uncontrollably, skates up to the back of the cabrio, hooks itself into the bumper. “Fire it up!”
She pedals the gas and they drive off into the night.
