It's just a snapshot. A small sliver of a man's life that no longer exists, Jeff thinks to himself, looking at the faded picture in his hand.

He blinks away moisture while remembering the boy in the picture, the boy that used to be him. He's standing proudly next to his young blonde wife, a lean youth with bright eyes and a sure future. His arm is around her delicate waist, her green eyes shine. There is love in those eyes, in both of their eyes.

Letting the picture fall, Jeff succumbs to his emotions. It was a long time ago. The boy was headed places, but now he's gone. All that's left is an old man in an orange jumpsuit being strapped to a gurney by guards who refuse to look in his eyes. A guard finishes tying Jeff's free arm to the gurney then moves away.

A priest picks up the photograph and shows it to Jeff one last time before covering his eyes with a cloth, a final request fulfilled.

"Do you have any last words Jeffery McGunnery?" the priest asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"When it is your turn to cross over," Jeff says, "tell my wife I am sorry and I love her. I won't see her where I'm going."

BIO: Mike is a quiet man who lives in the American Northwest with his wife, two kids (a boy and a girl) five cats, one dog and a tank full of fish. When he is not slaving away making money to pay his bills he works on short stories, a role playing game, and his art.