Twisters

The rain wouldn’t stop. I complained and she opened two beers and said, Let’s see what happens. And we drank our beers and nothing happened.

He builds a wall made of meat and she says, That’s not funny, and he says, How’d you get through my spam filter? and she doesn’t even smile.

She answers the phone and before he can speak she says, I didn’t take it. How did she know? he thinks, frightened. While she fondles his key.

She found our old photo album, handling it like an artifact from a dusty museum. It smells funny, she said. But that was me digesting dinner.

She felt the sun on her body and woke. He was still sleeping. She saw a mosquito on his shoulder. And tried to figure out how hard to hit it.