September 2, 2012


We stand on a hill and watch as the world burns. Bright unnatural flames consume everything.

“This is the end,” she says.

I don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say.

“I’m scared,” she says.

I hold her hand and look at her. She’s closed her eyes and she’s crying.

“Open your eyes,” I say.

“I don’t want to see.”


She opens her eyes and I make a funny face. She laughs at the unexpectedness of it.

“What?” She keeps laughing.

“I wanted to hear you laugh one more time.”

She smiles again and hugs me.

The flames consume us.