Twisters

T 5256

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He sets the cutlery. Everything’s perfect. The doorbell rings. They sit to eat. He compliments her hair. And then she stabs him with a fork.

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T 5255

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

The mascot takes off its head. Underneath the cartoonish lizard exterior lives a sensitive soul. A youngster pricks him. And he bleeds green.

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T 5254

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He opens the door quietly and tiptoes to the bedroom. Where were you? she says from somewhere in the dark. He figures it’s a trick question.

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T 5253

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He’d gone into ornithology for this moment. This reason. All the schooling. He leans in close. You’re quite a bird, he whispers into her ear.

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T 5252

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

It was a simple trick she’d learned in high school. She could put her entire fist in her mouth. But it sent the wrong signal. It always did.

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T 5251

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He would laugh and cry and she called him “comically depressed.” He joked, I’m just thinking of the movies I’ve seen. And he’d cry some more.

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T 5250

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

The house is dark, empty. Bereft. Those inside know not what to make of things. A disaster hidden by four walls and a roof. A loving family.

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T 5249

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

She yawns and says, I’d eat your fruit, and he puts down his coffee and says, Let me drink that in, and they laugh because they’re so smart.

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T 5248

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

He orders oysters and she walks up to him and takes her top off. He says, They’re Kumamoto. She hears something else. Vroom vroom, she says.

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T 5247

By Arjun Basu | Published: January 18, 2012

She slams the car door. Not a word is exchanged. Silence as punishment. But, he says, and she turns away. So he locks the windows. And farts.

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