T 5857

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The boat fills with water. Her dismay is met with sarcasm. She says, Don’t prove my mother right. But it’s too late. And they die ironically.

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T 5856

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

And then the negotiations; the politics of encounter. You have no ambition, she sighs as he struggles mightily with her bra. Do to, he says.

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T 5855

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

I sat in the dentist’s office and read magazines about celebrities I’d never heard of and so I refused the novacaine and felt better for it.

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T 5854

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

We wanted closure so we ate an entire pie and she said, That’s that, and I agreed, and then she kissed me and we never saw each other again.

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T 5853

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The crying ended after some days; the true mourning could finally begin now. Someone said, I burnt the strudel. And the crying started anew.

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T 5852

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

I’m a sweater, I warned her, but she smiled and said, I’m a cardigan. And later, in the dampness of her bed, I could almost smell her regret.

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T 5851

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She invited me back to her place and we got inside and kissed and then she offered me some rum and I took off. Because I hate rum that much.

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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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