The End
The End 'Apocalypse Now?' 'His favourite film.' 'Really? But it's so damn long.' A strangled laugh escapes from his lips. 'Fasten your seatbelt,' he says. 'OK.’ He looks at her. 'Oh shit.' It's all he can think of to say. 'He was pissed up. As usual.' He stares down at his hands, then runs them grasping through his hair. He thinks of her hands, how they move over his yielding flesh. Then, earlier – before he got here. Jesus. He covers his open mouth with his hand and mutters through it. 'I never meant it to be taken seriously. I never thought…not for one moment, y’know?' 'Right.' 'I couldn't. She…' 'Yes?' 'You don’t understand.' 'Oh, I do. Perfectly.' He grips the steering wheel with both hands until his knuckles turn white. In silence he watches a petite tortoiseshell cat trot across the road, mouse in its jaws. It leaps onto a wall ...