(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

One night we came upon a man with a megaphone. We come from fish, he proclaimed. He smells like fish, my wife joked. That’s me, I whispered.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

The bar is awash in the noise of want. She approaches a cute guy and can’t hear a word he says. She likes that. And then she takes his hand.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

She catches him picking his nose and he decides he’s going to be a man for once and he says, Yes I was picking it, and she leaves screaming.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

She says, I love this, and he feels a warmth inside, ready for the next phase of his life, and he hugs her and she says, I meant my sweater.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

His effort was real and sincere and then it was done. She said, Is it over? and then he knew it had not been enough and he checked his phone.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged , | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

He doesn’t talk a lot but he’s cute and she thinks she might like him. She tells stories about her childhood. I had a teacher once, he says.

Posted in Twisters | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

This is our memory. The sum of all that we are. Of all that is good and all that is not, leading us to a clearing in the woods. To sunshine.

Posted in Twisters | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

And just as they were about to kiss, he hunched over, and her shoes were covered in her mother’s special goulash. Well played mom! she cried.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

The meeting ended with a joke so foul it left a palpable stink, and then the new guy said, Who farted? and the meeting room was quarantined.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

(Untitled)

By Arjun Basu | Published: June 1, 2013

He sits in the backseat reading the day’s bad news. He loves his life, but it’s not enough. Drive us off a cliff, he commands the chauffeur.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged , | Leave a comment