The Last Thing We Ever Do

The Last Thing We Ever Do
By Israfel Sivad

“Byron, are you smoking too?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah,” Byron answered. He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, and he moved the phone a bit so he could flick his cigarette in the ashtray.

“That’s nice,” she said. For a moment, she sounded like herself again. “Maybe I can just close my eyes and pretend like we’re smoking together here.”

Byron smiled sadly. He set his cigarettes and his lighter beside himself on the bed, and he leaned back to rest his...