The boy and girl met under a tree and started kissing. And then the squirrels pelted them with acorns . And then the other kids did the same

Someone called him a troll. Around him, a crowd of excessively short people with unruly hair. And then he wondered if he’d been complimented

I called and told her I couldn’t go on, that my life was tiring enough and she was like a marathon. And she said, What are we talking about?

I told her our love was precise, like a marching band from a big university. She called me elitist. Though I was thinking of a state school.

Everyone was polite. Unfunny jokes followed by empty laughter. The full range of adulthood on display. Supported by copious amounts of booze