Twisters

The train stopped amidst fields that stretched toward an uncertain horizon. We’re going to die, he told her. The answer’s still no, she said.

In the morning’s glow he licks the dew off her body and she says, I don’t know what’s real. He pinches her and says, That’s going to bruise.

I opened the window and she said, But it’s cold, and then she showed me how cold she felt, and then the room was warmer, and soon it was hot.