Out There

by Kate Folk

Such uncertainty was the nature of existence. We brought things into our lives, and time passed. Things exited our lives. That was about all that ever happened.

In her last moments of corporeal existence, just before she was transported to an infinite white plain upon which it was impossible to hide from the orb of bluish light representing Robert, she took small pleasure in watching his face disappear.

She’d never known Mark to lie deliberately. He simply believed whatever was convenient to him in the moment, because he was lazy.

I almost convince myself that it’s a relief, to no longer have something to lose.

He’d seemed to think his flexibility was a magnanimous gesture, but in practice it had merely placed the full burden of deciding on Meg.