Twisters

Her ankles embarrassed her. They were on the fat side. She hid them under long pants. She tripped on the street. And fell in front of a bus.

The waitress says, You don’t deserve our martini wearing those shoes, and he takes them off and says, What about now? but she’s already dead.

The hill was oddly steep and he tumbled down it, accelerating, and then the sun came out and the world went on without him and that was that.