A Crumbling World by Victoria Passey

A Crumbling World by Victoria Passey

The world ends while she is sitting in a doctor’s office. The smell of antiseptic and cheap plastic furniture singes her nostrils as she breathes it in. She hears the fish tank burble and a patient cough into a face mask. An outdated magazine sits abandoned in her lap; she rubs her thumb against the sharp edge of its peeling corner.