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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

She answers the phone. I bought a pig, her ex says. He hangs up. She wonders why he bothered. She looks at her pig. He misses us, she thinks.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

She says, Let me do it, and I say, No way ever, and then she goes all Gertrude Stein on me and guilts me out, and then I let her wax my back.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

I took the candy and the baby cried and my wife said, So you would, and I said, Babies are too young for candy, because my wife is a dentist.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

Our eyes met and in at that moment I believed in destiny and then I waited for her to walk over to me but she didn’t. And my ankle was sore.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

I sensed her annoyance, even over the phone. It’s just words, she said. I can come over, I offered. She laughed. For the first time in days.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

She grunts and gets out of bed. He sees the complaint forming on her lips. He says, I never said I was perfect. She says, You did yesterday.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

I will stand at this bar, this wooden bar with stainless steel details, and it will make me desirable, and I will succeed and not be lonely.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

The car is airborne now, and approaching the side of a quaint stone house. He can hear her screaming on his phone. It was worth it, he yells.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

Things got contentious and she called me a big fat jerk and then I returned to my office and felt bad because I’d put on some pounds lately.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 9, 2013

The water streams over him, drawing him to his awakening. He reaches for the soap, but it’s a nub. That’s two nubs in the shower, he thinks.

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