Via Screenhead, which is an unlikely source for something this beautiful, here's a CBC adaptation of Tobias Wolff's brilliant, lyrical short story, Bullet in the Brain, from his collection The Night In Question.
I used to have that book. The "used to" part ties into memory, and the tangible experience of having that book and handing it over to an often-smirking brunette who slowly faded into ex-girlfriend status saying "here, let me give you this; this is some of the best stuff out there," not knowing that it was the sort of foolish, improper thing one should not do after an often-smirking brunette waxed rhapsodic about pulp thrillers by Robert Ludlum or Ken Follett. She took the book, incredulously, and we stopped seeing each other by the middle of the summer. No more to join me for dinner in over-priced restaurants as an indulgence to my love of good wine and cuisine, no more to allure me simply by showing off her tan legs during a golf game, but forever given to a slight squint of the eyes, a glance down at a trade paperback full of beautiful short stories, and then a smirk that measured our time like the hours spent waiting for a commuted sentence.