End

Picture this:

A girl (yes, she still qualifies as a girl, despite her 'advanced age') walking down a narrow brick street, past small brick houses with multi-hued doors that catch the evening sunlight. Around her are students set on celebrating the end of exams - they're variously dressed up in academic robes, party hats, farm animal masks, and facepaint, and they're throwing glitter and confetti and shaving cream into the air. The girl doesn't break stride; she continues down that narrow street, eating fish and chips out of a paper bag with a wooden fork, and smiles as hums along to a Debussy song that's just come on through her headphones.

Strange. But that's how I'll remember the end.