Steve and Kevin
“What are we trying today?” asked Steve. He tipped a powder into his glass and chugged. Waited. Nothing.
“I was thinking,” said Kevin, “we could try a couple of things at once. Gunshot into a guillotine? Electrocution while drowning?”
Steve stretched and looked out the window. “We need to start getting really creative. I’m thinking: vacuum of space? Could we commission a rocket?”
“Ooo,” Kevin sat forward. “Rocket fuel.”
“Now we’re talking,” said Steve, without much enthusiasm. Some days he thought he’d never die.
That was the trouble with progress: once you got to the end, you couldn’t go back.