T 5817

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The room smelled different. He looked at her sadly and she knew he knew, and their life took a new direction then. I ate a burger, she said.

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T 5816

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He lay next to her. Would you love me more if I did this? he asked. And he did it. No but I’d love you better, she replied. And then she did.

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T 5815

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The fields are flooded; subterranean goop covers everything. No one can explain what is happening. At least my pants are fabulous, he thinks.

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T 5814

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He woke and tried to recall where he was. He rummaged through the fridge and found nothing but granola bars. He let out a cry. A plea almost.

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T 5813

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She studied him. What? he said. You’re getting fat, she replied. Because you make me hungry, he said. And with that she didn’t care anymore.

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T 5812

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

I slipped your dumplings to the dog, he admits. Finally. Her lips quiver. You don’t love my dumplings? she asks. He wants to feel like a man.

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T 5811

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

Women committing acts of impeccable violence. The ballet of torture. And anguish. Watch the men cower. Holding their heads. Discovering god.

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T 5810

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He wakes up utterly blind. He bumps into a wall, and his wife laughs. It’s not that funny, he says. I can throw my make-up away, she thinks.

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T 5809

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

At her front door, she catches him wiping off something vile on the welcome mat. He says, The shoes are new. But that doesn’t matter anymore.

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T 5808

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

His screams echo through the valley. Bears are woken from slumber. Shit, the water’s cold, he says. She laughs and points. He screams again.

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