“Is this the end?” I asked, hot and sticky in the heat of a dying sun.

“Of course not!” she exclaimed. I think she was annoyed at my lack of faith in her.

We sat in the air car and watched the sky burning. I kissed her one last time.

Stuart is absent without leave from the majority of life and finds that writing helps him remain that way. He occasionally blogs a story at diamondsanddross.blogspot.com.