A Week of Fiction, Maybe Years

The end and I were already fairly intimate by the time the beginning of the story rolled around. Kurt Vonnegut once recommended that all fiction start as close to the end as possible, and I suppose our relationship was as tight as it was going to be without getting sweaty. These are lonely nights in the city. A small apartment feels emptier for the things in it. Confused thoughts were comforting, something to think away the silence with. Nothing ever got figured out. At nights, she lay quite still and fell to thinking.