Beth Kainen sat in the cafe booth across from her office building and saw him through the reflection of her face on the window.
Jet pilots scribbled lines over the artwork of God this morning. I stood on the black roof that was white rubber only two years ago.
Joe stood on the sidewalk, scanning the old white Victorian house as the memories of dating Debbie swirled in his mind. He was standing right about where the first kiss occurred.
last tree last chair last seed last farm last fish last glutton last man last bullet contemplation hindsight wading in an ocean looking for a puddle the end