Her anger was palpable. He noted it and kept a wide berth. Days passed. Her anger remained. Until he admitted to picking his nose in public.

He was ready and got down on one knee. At that moment a spaceship landed and hordes of aliens streamed out. I guess that’s a sign, she said.

All week he overhears the conversations of his coworkers. The chorus of the cubicle. On Friday he quits his job. You guys are sick, he says.

The sounds caused the village great worry. We need a superhero, they cried. Only Billy fit the bill. But only after ingesting a tub of beans

She says, I can smell your fear, and she looks into his eyes and kisses his chest. And then she pulls back and says, That’s not fear, is it?