Twisters

T 5692

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

He sighed. She said, You’re like the world’s longest download. He could take it as a compliment but he knew what she meant. He sighed again.

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T 5691

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

She sat waiting to try on yet more shoes, and he said, I’m getting some big points here, and later that night he said, Way bigger than that.

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T 5690

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

We huddled under the tree, waiting for the storm to pass. We’re going to die, she told me, and then I took her hand. Pull my finger, I said.

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T 5689

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

She comments on my hat and I say, It’s a chapeau. She slaps me. The bartender mixes my gin gimlet. I also detest cats, I say. And she purrs.

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T 5868

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

He’d been sent to the pharmacy and he felt lost already. I need women’s things, he told the clerk. Dude, the clerk said. With understanding.

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T 5867

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

We went on a safari, trying to salvage something already dead perhaps. She loved the bull elephants. Because they made me feel so inadequate.

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T 5866

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He brushes his teeth, regretting last night. He remembers thinking, I have children, and he brushes harder, until his mouth is full of blood.

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T 5865

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She watches him take photos of his meal. It’ll get cold, she complains, but he doesn’t hear, because this fish is good looking. Sexy almost.

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T 5864

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He’s a moron in love with sausage jokes and he’s sitting behind me at this diner. I’ve imagined his death a million ways. A million and one.

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T 5863

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She serves me and I say, That’s not a martini, and she says, You’re so judgemental, and she hovers over me, judging, and I wither up and die.

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