Pointing at a vague point on the horizon
Larry started to walk that direction
As the steps climbed into the tens, then hundreds, then thousands
Counting them became irrelevant
Eventually finding himself while he lost his …
Empty beer bottles spun, mesmerizing Freda. She wondered if there was some sort of astrological significance to their motions as they all slowed down and stopped pointing in different directions. She laughed, thinking how that used to signify who to kiss. Now it just signified how absolutely drunk she was.