Grab a Calculator

by Robert Gryfft


He looked at her phone, its screen thick with boredom's fruit.

She snapped playfully. "Worked it out. The number of seconds I'm gonna live."

He squinted. "You're gonna live... eighty-five million years?"

"Shut up!"

He stared off, pensive. "I'm going to live for a million more seconds," he said softly.

She hugged him. "Yay!"