Today I sent a letter to my grandmother. I'm twenty-one years old, she's eighty-something; I'd never done this before. The letter simply said, "Grandma, please don't die too soon. I have too many questions."
She died that afternoon.
A week later, I received a letter saying, "Sorry to disappoint you, but that's life."
Today I read a book I thought I'd never read before. I was wrong though. I've been reading that Bible for years.
Today I saw the sun and the moon share the sky, and then I saw the Big Bomb fall from it.
A wall of black one hundred feet high and dark as a mouth raced outwards from the centre.
That black mouth ate everything on its way to me. I smiled.