Entry 21, 3-Word Prompt Chain: sinuses, spark, plug

The car stopped. Less of a smooth braking and more a juddering halt. The engine gave off a shower of sparks, and that was that. No more car.

Dave started to muse on the existence of "car". Now their ride was defunct, was it still a car? Was it the action that gave it meaning, or the idea behind it? Does it now only look like a car but can now, alas, never reach "car-ness" truly?

He rambled with more unhelpful comments for a while. He only stopped when Jessie threatened to plug his mouth with her fist if Dave didn't SHUT THE HELL UP.

Dave sniffed but did, for the moment, _shut the hell up_.

Jessie surveyed the problem: the not-a-car, and the reddish dirt that was the only scenery around.

Dave continued to sniff. Jessie ignored it at first, she'd said worse things. Until it got absurd; him sniffing away, her staring at the car. She rounded on him. "You better not be crying, I know you're not upset."

Dave looked up from his perch on a rock, eyes dry, still sniffing. "Sorry, it's my sinuses."