AND WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN THIS MOVIE?
Uncle Mark asked,
tucking one cig
behind his ear,
booger-rolling the other between his fingers.
Nothing.
That’s it. The end.
I shrugged.
He positioned the cig
in the corner of his mouth,
patted his pockets for fire.
The end?
he murmured,
looking at Buck, motioning for a light.
It’s never the end,
Uncle Mark said,
all chuckle, chuckle.
He leaned toward Buck.
Never.
Buck struck a match.
And the elevator came to a stop, again.