Signal Fires

by Dani Shapiro

With the ticking of the clock. They are the generation that has been born in one millennium, and will die in another.

It isn’t misery that loves company—no, no. Happiness loves company, and misery—misery just wants to be left alone.

There should be a word for the moment just before heartbreak, when the very air quivers with all that is about to come.