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End End by Anne E Thompson “I wonder what she thought of that, Was so funny when he said no! I must remember to contact Jim, This traffic light is slow. I think we need more milk and eggs, I’ll check when we get home. I could do with a cup of coffee now, I hope that Mum will phone. I’m not sure if…..” Slash of metal, scream of brake, Glint of sunlight, briefest quake. Nothing. See also : https://anneethompson.com/short-stories/other-stories/death/