We were waiting for the sun to come out. The sky was almost black. Nothing was going to happen, and we knew it. Beyond the edge of the darkness there was light, but it was too far away, and we couldn’t see it. One of us said, “This sucks,” but I couldn’t tell if it was you or I who said it. Then it occurred to me that no one had said it, that I had imagined it. I blinked black onto the blackness. Then looked around and saw nothing. “I guess this is it, then.” I reached out to take your hand, but it wasn’t there. I wondered if I had hands at all.
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