T 5716

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The sky darkened and he said, My knee hurts, and she knew what he meant by that. The wind picked up then. We are all abysmal, she said sadly.

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T 5715

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

I said mittens! I screamed, but it was no use, she was livid, and we were through. I knew she was a cat person. But I really do hate mittens.

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T 5714

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

We talk about ourselves too much, he says. He takes her hands, trying to make amends for something. She looks away. Only look at me, he says.

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T 5713

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

A car ran over his foot. He went to the hospital but nothing was broken. My foot’s swelled up real big, he told his wife. That turned her on.

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T 5712

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The children were asleep finally and she plopped herself beside him on the couch. You look tired, he said. You smell like fear, she replied.

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T 5711

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He told a long story and she was worried, about it not ending, and he said, And I pooped my linen suit, and then the story got boring again.

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T 5710

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

They cuddled, the heat still emanating off them. I’d like you to meet my parents, she told him. And he felt cold then. Nervous. She felt it.

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T 5709

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She called him and admitted to nerves. I’ve been watching you, I guess, she admitted. He said, I don’t respect that. Then she wanted to die.

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T 5708

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

The drinks came but it didn’t matter. They both knew it. The night was starting to decay. I didn’t really poop my pants, he whispered to her.

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T 5707

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

Her cell began to heat up and the vaguely foreign voice on the other end said, We’re out of the red, and the world came to its proper demise.

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