Jordan Bische

No New Way to Die

Louis lay on his back in the park and watched the clouds pass over his head. Heidi, who had been dead this morning but who was not dead anymore, lay next to him, playing with the folds of his shirt in a half-distracted way. As a cloud passed across the sun, Heidi undid one of the buttons of Louis’s shirt and slid a hand through the hole created, to trace unseen patterns on his chest.