Twisters

The memory problems. His selective memory problems, she called them. He didn’t remember her ever saying that. Which proved her point. Sadly.

This was not love, not in the sense he had understood it, but then again, he’d admitted that he didn’t understand love, so what did he know?

He remembers when he tried to pick up body builders and how they laughed at his flaccid body and how he reset his goals and found happiness.

The fire danced in front of them, a halo of light in the jetblack forest, and he made his move then and she sighed and said, I hate camping.