Twisters

T 6419

The mechanic says something about my crank shaft and he keeps talking but I’m dead inside anyway, and I told my wife she was right about me.

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T 6417

When they were radiant, love was easy and laughter easier. They ate brilliantly and travelled to bright places. But then they got really old.

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T 6416

We were trouble. We talked about murder like it was eating chips. But regular chips. Not, like, Doritos. Those things are sodium bombs, man.

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T 6415

Under her. My power cord. But she’s sleeping. Hard. My computer’s on reserve. Finally: You’re on my power cord. Her laughter cuts inside me.

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T 6414

She complained about the heat and removed her sweater. A tall waiter came by to take our order. But I’m still looking at her breasts, I said.

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T 6413

He did his Elvis impression. He was naked and he shook his hips and she laughed. Thank you very much, he said. Then she called him Fat Elvis.

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T 6412

I went shopping and bought expensive things for my kids for no reason, and I gave them the things and I told them, You don’t love me enough.

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T 6411

I yelled. I made cutting sarcastic remarks. I brought her close to tears. Who’s bitter? I asked. But she was always smart. You are, she said.

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T 6410

And then we ran out of love. The last few years had been about the slow realization of the power of gravity. I really missed her lemon tart.

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T 6409

He thinks about her, about the raw taste of her love, how she comes with the possibility of regret, and he drowns his omelette in hot sauce.

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