Flash Fiction: First/Last Date

Wandering the Phoenix Art Museum one evening, I saw a couple
seated in front of an art installation. I didn’t know their names, I didn’t
know what had brought them to the museum that night. But together with the
fixture in front of them, an idea came to life.



It was a Schrodinger’s cat situation, the people in my head
(who clearly don’t exist in real life) could have been on their first