Shifting his weight on the cliff’s edge, Fred wrapped his arm around Wilma’s shoulder. Silently, they watched as the last great herd of Triceratops slowly moved across the landscape far below. She leaned in close, trying to savor the moment.

Deep down she knew.

Times like these don’t last forever.

Jason manages a bookstore in Tennessee and enjoys writing short stories in his spare time. You can find more of his short stories, as well as his comic, at jasonlhart.blogspot.com.