I usually don't write anything else but e-mail and forum posts nowadays, but a slow day at work for some reason resulted in this very short story, which I call It all ends:
Daylight is slowly fighting its way back, this cold November morning. I pull up my left sleeve, just enough to uncover my brand new, ceramic white, blood red ruby encrusted, and in normal times, way too expensive watch. I fucking love this watch! Not that it matters any more. 6:54 a.m. Almost time now.