Milo and Marcos at the End of the World

by Kevin Christopher Snipes

If I’m waiting for someone and it’s been more than fifteen minutes, I start worrying that (a) I’ve missed them, (b) they’re not coming, or (c) they’ve secretly hated me all my life and this is how they’ve finally decided to let me know.

The fact that I’ve been pacing next to her empty Jeep for thirteen minutes—that’s right, thirteen—can only mean one thing: she’s dead.

why didn’t you say that?” “Because I’m me and everything has to be ten times harder than it needs to be?”