Twisters

He put down his cutlery then and he said, No you shut up. And she stared deep into his soul until he felt it explode, and she said, No, you.

Fishing tales. Guys boasting about size and technique. Heroic effort. The wives listening in, rolling their eyes. Thinking wistful thoughts.

The guests arrive. The mingling is insincere. Cynical. No one enjoys the food. The flirting is relentless. The party ends with empty smiles.

The song of complaint fills the room. She says, I hate fish sauce! He says, I hate your cat! She gasps. Then they both write books about it.