Mommy, I want one. How much for a Dragon?
Oh my god, she’s going to jump. Look… she’s flying.
You smell so good. You smell of death.
The door opens, a faceless girl, points at him.
What’s that? A bible. No, that. A gun.
The heat, it’s everywhere, surrounding us with its unbearable warmth.
He shot himself then watched himself die.
He jumped and the ground caught him.