I think about standing at the close end of the Transbay Tube, where the train emerges from under the Bay. I'd wait for a train to leave, then hop down and run as fast as possible into the tunnel. Timing would be crucial. I like the idea of meeting the train head-on, in the dark, alone. It would just be me, the train, and the end. Once again, the details: a scream as someone sees me jump, a dull roar as more and more people become aware of what's happened. The tunnel floor would be dirty, maybe even slippery from grease. There'd be a lot of dust. It'd be ironic if I'd sneeze, but there'd be no one around to say, "God bless you."

- from Various Assorted Endings by M. Christian

"Wishes for Death" pen and ink by Kimberlee Traub.