We rush to the bell tower, hankering after moonlight selfies from the summit. We’re laughing on the spiral stairs, kissing and groping on landings. When the bells ring, he accidentally plummets.

It can’t be my fault, him backing into a clearly marked opening, leaving only my name in his will.

Katie Coleman’s work appears in Ghost Parachute, The Sunlight Press, SoFloPoJo, Bending Genres, Briefly Zine, The Odd Magazine, Five on the Fifth, Bright Flash and more. She’s received Pushcart and Best of the Net nominations and has a master’s in creative writing. She can be found on Twitter @anjuna2000