Will Kostakis

There is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us.

I can hear Isaac's smile. It softens his words, but they have a different meaning now. Between his mouth and my ears, they pass through everything that has happened since.

Time is pulling us apart. With every second that passes, the space between us widens. Today, I saw him yesterday. In a few days, it will have been last week. Then, last month. And there is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us. It is inevitable. - Miles

This ends now. We__e breaking bread._ The waiter gets to us before Thommo__ had time to peruse.__o you have bread?___e have croissants.__hommo blinks. __e__e breaking croissant.___ne croissant?_ the waiter asks.__ith three plates.___hey__e very small._ He mimes the croissant__ size.__hen bring small plates,_ Thommo says.

How was your afternoon?"__o one died, so it was a big improvement on my morning.

This is us at forty-three per cent animosity.