two young men and a young woman find each other in the chaos of a changing culture of the 1960s. if you lived through the 60s, it's all here!
excerpt from A Candle in the Rain, by Andy Ray:
Ilya went to Chris and sat next to him on the couch.
"Do you know what love is?" he asked.
"Sure," Chris said. "My parents love me. Mom's here every week to clean the apartment and to warn me to watch out for evil companions. The problem is that I don't make friends with anybody, good or evil."
"What about me?"
"Yes!" Chris said. "Well . . ."
"Ain't I evil?"
"Yes!" Chris said. "You is."
The music had stopped.
"Do you want me to read you my first published short story?" Ilya asked.
"Sure," Chris said. "What's it about?"
"It's part of my change," Ilya said."I've let the love and terror take over my writing. this is the terror. As I read this, make believe that you are the main characteer called Charles, and that you're getting back at all the sighted *^.*heads who've ever f*#*ed you over, okay?"
"Okay," Chris said.
Ilya began to read:
C. J.'s bus was not just a purple Volkswagen bus, anymore than the sky at any given time is just blue, or the sea in its many moods is just green. Over the layers of carefuly applied purple paint were spread the screaming yellow zonkeers -- luscious red lips with hanging, flaming tongues -- and fleshy gobs peaked by darkened, shaded aureloes, spreading over and under each olther in a panorama of day-glo wonder.