"Our Meat" by Joe Kowalski in Electric Literature

As we pass through a long-dead residential neighborhood, a place so dead that some of the buildings are only dust, I see the residents. A man watches television in a room with no walls. A couple fights in an upstairs bedroom that is only sky. A woman takes her dog for a walk, even though there’s no dog. For some people, the end came so quickly that they don’t know they’re dead and gone, and they’ll just keep on reliving these moments forever. Read story here.