The old couch had never felt so comfortable. Lazing for hours, Judge Judy on, sipping PBRs. The noon sun shone through the window. He hummed happily. The trailer hummed back, then whirred, then rumbled.
He shot up, scattering empties.
The aluminum walls folded like origami
He grabbed a cold one and raced for the screen door.
The floor pitched. His knees gave. The carpet split.
A funnel opened in the slanting floor.
The couch slid downward. He leapt on it. The floor gave way.
“Well, shit.” He cracked his beer and chugged as the earth’s maw swallowed him.