...a gas stove.  Hissing fills the air, but no flames rise when he tests the first burner.  Sehun turns all four knobs. ForewordContest entry for Karmas Second Writing Contest. I used the first prompt which is a flash fiction by Fred Leebron called Water. Enjoy! ^.^  She touches his hair by the river. I am in our apartment, working. Her hand moves down his back. I empty the trash and unclog the kitchen sink. His former girlfriends have turned into lesbians. I take the key to his apartment, which he gave me so I could water his plants during the summer. He bends his kissing face to hers. I walk over to his apartment, just two blocks away. Their legs dangle in the river. I unlock the door and bolt it behind me. The room smells of feet and stale ashtrays. In the kitchen is a gas stove. I turn it on without lighting it. Down by the river is a flock of geese, which they admire while holding hands. Soon he will take her back to his apartment. Soon they will lie there, readying cigarettes. I relock the apartment and slip into the street. The air smells of autumn, burnt. In the sky, birds are leading each other south. I know there is nothing left between us, that she looks at me each morning as if I were interrupting her life.