T 5450

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He made a list. He went through the list methodically, ticking each off as he completed each task. Then he was done. And he felt unfulfilled.

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T 5449

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He comes home oozing rye and he wakes her and says, Hey let’s pull the goalie, and she heads for the couch regretting her Canadian marriage.

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T 5448

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He limped in. He reeked of something animal. I reek of sex, he boasted. I wanted to throw up. He told me why he was limping. And I threw up.

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T 5447

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

She did the dishes and seethed and once they were all cleaned she launched them in his direction and the last one hit him. Didn’t even break.

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T 5446

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

The smart kid raises his hand and says, The bulimia of modern life? as if, and I raise my hand and say, 12, and the teacher gives me a smile.

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T 5445

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

They had argued the night before, and now he was filling the garbage can with domestic slime, and he sighed and hopped in. And felt at home.

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T 5444

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

I have no secrets he tells her as he takes her hand and she sees the bruise on his arm and says, What’s that? and he says, I can’t tell you.

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T 5443

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

Cold instant coffee. Stale donuts. A haze of smoke. Stains on the carpet. On the chair. She nuzzles him and says, Let’s go. No mas, he says.

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T 5442

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He feigned death and the laughter stopped. He stood up and said, Just kidding. Her eyebrows were already arched. Death becomes you, she said.

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T 5441

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He mopes in and says, I didn’t get the job. She hugs him, kisses him softly. Stop making your baked beans, he sighs. And then she smells it.

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