The night was drawing to its drunken close. When did the Boomers get so annoying? he sighed. When Airplane became Starship, she said glumly.

His face was possessed by an expression of unending disappointment. This attracted the vile and the mediocre. And flies. And theater critics

He was direct. Almost everyone appreciated this quality. I wish you loved me, he told a woman on the train. She didn’t appreciate him at all

The house is dark. And gloomy. Angry. The agent suspects it will never sell, but this new customer says, I’ll take it! with a deathly shout.

Instead. This was the word that had crushed him. She said it and he knew his life had changed. She said instead. Instead of something happy.

And after the long hike, she opened her backpack and produced a colorful array of fruits. He sat, wondering when she had stopped loving him.