Jenica Kramer

The Tree

The thing they don’t tell you in the movies is that, when the world ends, much of it stays the same. The dirt under my fingernails after searching out earthworms in the soil is the same dirt I remember as a child. The smell of my socks—worn thin, now, and with a hole I keep meaning to darn in the heel—after a day of walking is the same as it was a decade ago.