The Last Party

by A.R. Torre

In the anticipation, anything was possible.

That, out of all of it, was the worst thing about dying. The realization that the final pleasures you experienced in life were done without the proper appreciation.

“It’s a theory I have. That people don’t change; sometimes their mask slips off and you see the real person they are.” He tapped on the mug shot. “The monster behind the mask.” Sometimes it’s not the people that change. It’s the mask that falls off.