art by Cheryl Owen-Wilson
The World Will End in Fire
by K. C. Norton
"I'm tired, Viva," I said, blowing into the cup formed by my hands.
She said, "Me, too," as she tugged the flaps of her hat low over her ears and looked away from me across the field that would yield no crop but winter now. Her breaths came out in little puffs of steam. "Have you found Daffy?"
I had indeed found Daffy, his soft grey fur knotted with icicles, his lips the silver-blue of the newly dead. "Cats are desert creatures," I began.
"No," said Viva, "enough, don't." She wrapped her arms around herself and frowned at me. "I can't. It's fine. Just tell me he's fine."
"Daffy's fine," I lied.
She said, "Thank you."