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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

She knew he was a chef and that’s why she asked him if he braised with soda and he said, That’s a good idea, and so she called him a foodie.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

You bite into a burger as a passel of joggers run by and one of them’s cute, but you’ve got juice on your chin and it’s a damned fine burger.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

The rain ended and we walked the wet pavement to the car. She called me stupid just as I realized I’d left my keys inside and she said, See?

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I sure can eat, I boasted as she took my empty plate, and she said, I bet you can, and she winked and I felt a twinge, but it was heartburn.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

She took my hand just as the batter hit a home run and I said, Look at that, but I fumbled for the right words because my team had just won.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I wanted to say something. She noticed the look on my face and said, Don’t tell me how you feel. I returned to expressing myself physically.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I slipped the meat to the dogs. She filled my plate with more. You’re killing me, I told her. The dogs started to howl. And I shat my pants.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

They killed a man and left town and fell in love, and consummated that love in the back of a Chevy. Even though she preferred imported cars.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

We ate the burgers with a kind of lust. Like the chicken eating in Tom Jones. But with burgers. I licked some juice from her chin. I had to.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

She was packing and he sat in his chair taking it in. I don’t know what to take, she sighed. I knew I wasn’t the best you could do, he said.

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