This was the end. She knew it and she looked at him, remembering the good times. The love they had shared. But the feeling didn’t last long.

Too many people show up to the party dressed as sad clowns. The crab salad is tainted; the drinks weak. But the sad clowns don’t really care

He comes over and holds out a dozen yellow roses. She slams the door on him. And reminds him again of her deep aversion to the color yellow.

He says, we are like guardians here of disasters and of love. And she says, what’s the difference? And then he shrugs and tugs at his pants.

Bob points to the photo on the cover of the Ramen and says, I want it to look like that. Jill points to his computer and says the same thing