Someone had spray painted DON’T atop the Stop sign but he stopped then rolled slowly through the intersection and she said, That was typical

She gets up and he says, Where are you going? She shrugs and says, I feel restless. Burma maybe. He stares at her blankly, dreaming of beer.

The music moved through him like a cold beer at the end of a hot day. Then someone changed the music and it moved through him like bad tuna.

She slipped on something, and he looked at the sole of her hiking boots and said, What’s that shit? and then they heard a noise and he knew.

The sky turned red and then the storms came, and he sighed and said, It figures, and then he balled his hands into fists and she said, Slow.

It was only after he’d downed six beers that he realized he’d left his wallet at work. And the waitress looked tough. This is tense, he said