The walls are an indecent shade of brown. It’s confining, he says. She will tell him the truth. But first she has to take out the handcuffs.

I threw the ball at the kid’s head and he fell, crying. I bent over to see if he was ok. I don’t know when I became such a dick, I told him.

We were young, and then we went down to the basement and soon we weren’t so young anymore, and my mother knew and she made me do the dishes.

Her old friend. Accomplished and successful. Wealthy. She is kind enough not to refer to him as her ex. I can only live with so much hatred.

We were stuck in traffic. We’d just argued, and the car felt like a coffin. Life can’t get worse, she sighed. Then I farted something fierce.

The lady points to the horizon and says, Over there. I set out for it, for the horizon, and as night falls, I understand the joke. It is me.