T 5925

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

Your bliss is my decay, he whispers and she says, Not now, but he doesn’t know when he can say it again. Because she’s killing him. Happily.

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T 5924

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

He wakes and fills the coffeemaker. Soon the apartment is redolent with java. She enters the kitchen. He pours her a cup. You snore, he says.

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T 5923

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

The water is cool and he shivers a little but she catches him and says, Is it true? The water’s not cold, he replies. But he wishes it were.

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T 5922

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

We can’t really tell if I’m too young for her, or if she’s too old for me. Let’s never figure it out, she suggests. It’s very mature of her.

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T 5921

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

I woke out of a dream drenched in sweat, speaking an imagined form of Swedish. My wife asked me if I needed help. But I finally liked myself.

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T 5920

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

It was years later, after the divorce, that she realized why her son had always been short of tissue. And she couldn’t blame her ex for that.

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T 5919

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

She says, You should write a book about us. He starts writing a book called, The Things We Argue About. But he dies before he can finish it.

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T 5918

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

I wanted to say the right thing. Not just because it was important to her, but to me. To us. She waited. I took a deep breath. Taco, I said.

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T 5917

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

He says, Turn off the lights so we’ll see the stars. So she does. A bird flies into the front window. I bet it saw stars, he says nervously.

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T 5916

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

He throws the magazine across the room. She picks it up and gives him a look. What is it now? she asks. Burnt toast is not a color, he says.

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