Sugar-Fire

Last Stop. The End. No one can avoid it. Someday, we all get that ticket to the End of the Line – no predicting when. Every one of us once has to stay on the bus when everyone else has gone off, rattling into the unknown. I just didn't expect it to be me this soon. I think we all pretend that it's ages away, or at times even forget that it exists. I certainly didn't expect it, even though I'd known a few people who someday just had to go. I never tried to ask what was at the Last Stop, never wondered about those who continued after I got off. Maybe because, like everyone else, I already knew, and just wanted to keep the real knowledge