Twisters

She owns the dance floor, a confident, married woman. He approaches her and implies something confidently. I’m a married woman, she replies.

He caressed the glass of bourbon and she thought, If only he touched me like that, and then he drank it down and she didn’t want him anymore.

I lost a button. So I went to the store. And I flirted with the salesgirl. Her boyfriend was huge. He beat me up. And I lost another button.

The car was airborne now, and he turned to her and said, I know I’ve always loved you. But she remained silent. And then things got awkward.

I was tired. I told her we lived in the autumn of our love, and she went on the Internet, and said, I’m pretty sure it’s winter, and it was.

They fell to the couch and it swallowed them up. He said, It’s an old couch, and she said, I just found 6 dollars. And they spent it on gin.