"He sat next to her on the porch steps and thought. I'll never see Grace again. Or Doris. Or Norman or Spencer or Mary or anybody...
He couldn't take it all in. It was too much. All he could do was sit there woodenly and look at the red sky and the huge sun about to swallow them.[...]
They were quiet for a while. Then she said:
'It is pretty.'
'Pretty?' he asked.
'Yes,' she said. 'God closes a bright curtain on our play.'
He didn't know. But he put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned against him. And he did know one thing.
They sat there in the evening of the last day. And, though there was no actual point to it, they loved each other."
ur "The last day" av Richard Matheson (jag har den i antologin Decade of the 1950's, red. Brian W. Aldiss & Harry Harrison. Finns även i Matheson-samlingen The Shores of Space).
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