Twisters

He sets up the table; it looks impressive. She walks in and before she can get comfortable he says, I need you to be compelled to love this.

There was a sentiment in the air, of regret, surely, but also of things not right. The room was silent now. I’m sorry for the smell, he said

He lands on the island finally and it seems deserted. On the horizon, the remnants of his useless boat. I wish I had my own flag, he thinks.

They see a shooting star light up the sky and he explains they’re not really stars and the beauty of the moment is replaced by death threats