Twisters

He takes one step and remembers his family. The smell of his mother’s cookies. He takes two, and sighs. He takes a third, and feels gravity.

I reached for the liquor cabinet. I don’t drink, she said. What would Han Solo do? I asked. And she grimaced and said, Maybe just this once.

He can feel the sweat forming on his back. She says, Just try to loosen up a bit. He wants to please her. But he ends up pooping on her bed.

The vacation ends in pain. My head’s too small for my body, he says, lying in the sun while he peels off his skin. Get me a drink, she says.