The End Page 7   Words can only interfere. He would rather drink her aura and let it run down the sides of his mouth. Words are so removed. So fleshless, he thinks.    She questions his sudden silence, his escape into his mind.    He looks straight into her questioning eyes and wants to give them all the answers they demand. “I’m going to Ghana in two weeks for one year. It’s part of my research for my dissertation. I know this sounds crazy, but would you please come with me?”    She thinks to herself “What an unexpected proposition.” a shiver in her toes shoots up her and stops at her heart. She cannot anticipate his next move. She feels like she is rollerblading for the first time. She cannot steer. She is not in full control. An unexpected bump can easily make her fall flat on her face. She sighs.    She places her bony fingers atop his gentle hand on the table. She releases some warmth into him through her hand. “That’s sweet. I have to go.” She pulls out a ten dollar bill from her purse and places it on the table. She removes her glance from him, never to return. She walks away. The End.    He watches her aura follow her out like the back of a wedding dress sweeping the floor. “No, wait. You don’t have to leave. I was just kidding... OK, maybe I wasn’t. But still, don’t just stand up and leave. I can’t bear this. Please, I beg you, wait one minute.”    She enters her apartment. She turns on the light. She thinks of how she loves the yellow light of her apartment. She sits down on a kitchen chair. She releases her long neck muscles, and lets her head drop backwards at once. Her neck cracks. Her mouth naturally opens to form an “o”. She farts out loud. She thinks of how great it is to be so free, so independent. She turns the cover of a book she hasn’t read yet. She turns to page one.