
FIRST KISS AT THE END OF THE WORLD by Chelsea Voulgares
Convinced they were the only people alive in their shit California town, Opal and Matt sat together in a coffin in the basement of the funeral home Matt’s family owned. They planned to get as drunk as possible on the top shelf whiskey they’d looted the week before. “Give me the chips. I’m starving,” Opal said. When Matt handed them to her, she caressed his fingertips. He stared at her and scratched his nose. First came the droughts and then the fires. The air had crisped up. All that was nothing compared to what happened to the water, which in…