The world crumbled around her in a form of open hands. She saw them coming. She felt their touch. She heard them collapsing. And then it was all black, and it ended.
He took a napkin off his night stand and cleaned the fly off his palm. A little blood remained so he spat on it and cleaned again. It all came off. Then he threw the napkin to the garbage can and remembered the moth he had set free the day before.