SILO

                Del had been waiting for Spencer a full two hours before the fire had reached its apex.  The silo almost completely demolished when he arrived.

            “I’m sorry,” Spencer whined.  “What’d I miss?”

            Del sneered at him.

            “Everything, alright?  Just everything!  Just all that we’ve worked up to.  Our entire lives up to this moment!  That’s all, Spencer.  Just our whole reason for existing on this planet at this particular time.  Do you realize what kind of forces have to coalesce in order for time and space to be so perfectly aligned for a moment like the one you just missed?  Do you?  Do you have a fucking inkling?”

            Spencer turned his eyes to the ground.

            “Sheez, I didn’t know it was that important to you?” he said.

            “Well, it was!  I thought we were on the same page with this thing!”

            “Guess not.”

            “Yeah, I guess not.”

            Spencer went back to his car, leaned over the passenger seat and grabbed a cardboard coffee tray.

            “You want one of these?” he asked, offering his a coffee cup.  “It’s the kind you like.”

            “Americano?” Del asked.

            “’Course.”

            Del and Spencer drank their coffees and sat down on the hill that overlooked the burning silo.  ‘This was going to be the last one for a long time,’ they both thought.

            “Better bring doughnuts next time if you’re going to be late,” Del snapped.

            “Sure thing, Del.  Sure thing.”

            That silo was the only bright spot on the face of the earth that night.

-SLL