They returned home from a disastrous vacation, wondering if they had a future together. The house was lifeless. Let’s go away again, he said

The singer stopped singing and slumped down on the stage. The crowd grew restless and a nervous murmur charged the air. Refund! Fred yelled.

Jane hadn’t lined up in a bank in years. The queue limped forward, and then it was her turn. Which one are the drapes? she asked the teller.

He studies the spam for an eternity. Be a maniac in bed, it reads. He considers the meaning of the thing. No thanks, he says. He hits delete