right hand pointing

There were a lot of stars that night, constellations in the shape of a dancing bear, a winged horse, even a hammer and sickle, but there wasn’t a lot of light. Different things looked dangerously like the same thing in the dark. A woman with the beautiful blank expression of a mannequin strolled out a window as if it were a door. Witnesses were anxious to describe what they thought they had seen, a bumper sticker proclaiming Jesus Loves You. Oh, how bourgeois! I hadn’t been born yet when she fell with a scream or I probably would have been having a beer at a four-lane bowling alley that doesn’t exist anymore.