A shoe fell from the sky. He looked up. The sky was cloudless. He continued walking and another shoe dropped. That’s when he started to run.

The lilies bloomed and filled the valley with color. She wanted the house badly. But he didn’t. In the end, her choice was awkwardly simple.

I loved her. I bought her flowers and rubbed her feet. Then one day she stepped in something odious. And I never ever rubbed her feet again.

He didn’t own a bed and she found this endearing. Her drunk was wearing off fast. He poured her a bourbon. The floor’s been cleaned, he said

She ran away from him, toward the village. He thought about following her, but decided against it. I’d run away, too, he thought to himself.