The bartender looked at the shelf and felt a tinge of panic. He went to the storage room. His chest hurt. We’re out of whiskey, he announced

He says, You have ugly fingers. And she gets off the bed and gets dressed and says, I won’t say what I think of your, and she doesn’t finish

The weather turned warm and she got in to her bikini and called him and went outside to lie in the sun. I’m so not ready for summer, he said

Punches are thrown. Blood is spilled. There is no happiness here. He gets up slowly, rubbing his chin. I said run! she screams. And he does.