I took a drag from my cigarette and stared straight ahead. I knew he was looking at me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I could ignore that stare for ages. Instead of reacting, I looked into that sunset as though it could tell me what would happen in the next fifteen minutes. Would I die? Would my blood gurgle into the red dust of the canyon, clot up, dry into the salt and earth…or would I somehow make it out of this one alive?

The gun pressed to the back of my head shifted up, slightly. I could tell he was nervous, but Herv always had been jittery on kills. That’s why I was always the one that pulled the trigger.

“I liked you, Deena.” Herv whined. I ignored him and stared at the drowning sun. “Why’d you have to do this? You were the fucking cool one.”

I took one more drag. ‘Tell me’, I thought at the sun, as I glared into the orange light. ‘Tell me.’ The cigratte slipped from my mouth, and fell into the dust. Fuck.