T 5850

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The dust floated through the room like snowflakes. She said, Ugh. He said, It’s pretty. And she nuzzled his neck and they created more dust.

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T 5849

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The planet was inhabited. Our instruments confirmed it. But I hate all living things, I announced sincerely. And so we continued. Searching.

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T 5848

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

They were hidden in the basement, where they shared intimacies and enjoyed mildly unspeakable acts, lost in each other, when the bombs fell.

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T 5847

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

It was the first time I held her hand. It was hot and I was sweaty and I stumbled about making excuses. It was the last time I held her hand.

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T 5846

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

When she disappeared, we all wondered if she would be missed, for real, or if we would go for fake emotion. We went for fake. It was easier.

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T 5845

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She smiled at me and then I sat next to her and ordered a drink and said, Your skin has remarkable topography, and I went home alone, again.

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T 5844

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She sat watching The Sound of Music again and he said, When is enough enough? and she said, Never, and later that night he called her a liar.

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T 5843

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He helps her up. She thanks him and then it’s full on flirtation. She says, But you’re married, and he says, I’m a good person but a bad man.

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T 5842

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

I disagreed with her. I did this without reservation and she turned her malice into a building. Into real estate. And I was condemned. Alas.

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T 5841

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The waitress smiled a smile that swallowed me whole. Everybody loves our pies, she beamed. I felt lost. A missing person. I ordered the pie.

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