He took her to the boutique, a white temple devoted to a severe minimalism. Is that all there is? she asked. He’d heard the question before.

She removed her dress and chained her leg to the table and said, I’m ready now, and the doctor stood there, unamused, and said, You’re cold.

The accident had happened days ago. They searched desperately for water now. I’m itchy in bad places, he whimpered. She would kill him later

You are beautiful but I can tell your head is like your dad’s, I told her. And once again, my honesty was too much. And my coffee grew cold.

He could only think of one thing but it made him feel empty so he thought of something else and that made him feel empty too then he gave up

One day he decided he liked guys but he couldn’t get the physics of his desire and so he told his wife and she looked at herself in a mirror