Remembering

I’m trying to adjust to the changing of the seasons. Not going well.

What? When? I know the exact date and time when you betrayed me. But you don’t, do you? You die now! I raise the sword, begin my downstroke...

And awake, sweating and…

“Not we to be, Nick,” he told himself, hunched over his laptop, reading his termination letter.

It is what it is

Nothing more than foam and fizz

It is.