She got the letter in the mail and in it he proclaimed something almost spiritual, and she sent him a text message and said, Who sends mail?

He eyes her wearily and she walks over to him and says, Am I that bad? He wants to run away, but he says, I’m just old. And then she smiles.

We were driving away from things. The rifle in the trunk was still warm. We’re chasing the horizon, she said. Don’t be so stupid, I replied.

He took her to the top of the cliff to catch the setting of the sun. He saw the proof of their love in the view. But she saw the end of it.

The walls are an indecent shade of brown. It’s confining, he says. She will tell him the truth. But first she has to take out the handcuffs.