The end would come too soon

“The people of Nopiming were snug and sleepy inside their furnaced homes, feet propped up, ready to watch the weather report on the eleven o’clock news, their children tucked safely in bed. The two of us were driving toward something we couldn’t see. The snow in the yards shone as if coated with glass, the bare branches of the trees were thick fingers of ice. It was the beginning of everything. The end would come too soon.

I wanted to take your hand and put it back between my legs, where i...