She says, I know what you’re thinking, and he shrugs since he’s not really thinking anything, he’s a guy. And then the thoughts of football.

Some of the things were shiny and some were beautiful. The boy was trampled in the rush to grab the shiny stuff so he chose beauty. And won.

She was an artist. He brought her flowers and she cut them up with scissors and scattered them across her coffee table and said, You love me

Yesterday. And then today. He wants tomorrow, too. But she is unsure. I like dogs, he says suddenly. And he barks. And there is no tomorrow.