Twisters

T 5731

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

When he spoke of love she was overcome with doubt and started biting her nails and he took her fingers out of her mouth and put them in his.

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T 5730

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

It was spring and the land turned green and then later it turned brown. And then it snowed. And everywhere, people complained. Just because.

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T 5729

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

Woah. Woe is me. Woebegone. I can go on. This merits a slap. Not so playful. You be the woman for once, she says. I have been. Just not now.

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T 5728

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

Birds scatter suddenly. A small dog barks. I ate a burrito, he apologizes. Your hands smell funny, she says. A black cat crosses their path.

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T 5727

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

She points to her bloody knee and says, Is this what you call love? and he says, It was an accident, and she says, And now I get what I want.

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T 5726

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

They lay in the grass and watched the meteor shower and he said, Stuff like this makes you feel small, and so she wasn’t interested anymore.

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T 5725

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He says, What happens when you have a lisp and try and say empathy? And she laughs and pulls on one of his nipples and says, Let’s find out.

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T 5724

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He fell asleep under the love of the shade of the tree and woke up covered in bird poop. He called her and said, We can’t get married today.

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T 5723

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

He stood and cleared his throat. The room went silent. He straightened his tie. He shuffled some paper. He smiled. Fuck all of you, he said.

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T 5722

By Arjun Basu | Published: August 11, 2012

You have a stain on your shirt, she says. And there it is, near my pants. I’m flattered you looked there, I say. She wets a tissue. Game on.

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