Twisters

T 6099

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

These were the noises we heard: insouciance; deliberation; arrogance; temerity. We quit breathing in order to live. Until the kids ran away.

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T 6098

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

They were both tired, the fight a tax on their energy. You don’t listen to me, he sighed. She ignored him. Maybe I’ll start a blog, he said.

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T 6097

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

We were drunk on Saint Emilion and comparing notes on the best places for foie gras, and we stopped laughing and realized everyone had left.

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T 6096

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He bites into a lime and scrunches his face. He says, Like that. She blushes. Take the compliment, she says. He’s never felt more like a man.

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T 6095

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I don’t care about you, I told her. She said, I don’t care for you, either. I don’t care even more, I replied. Then we made some crazy love.

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T 6094

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

And she said, Why are you crying? and he moved away, and then she put her hands on him and he moved closer, and she said, You’re such a man.

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T 6093

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I sat in the corner of the store and watched the ladies try on their shoes and soon the chair became uncomfortable and I was asked to leave.

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T 6092

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He woke up from the coma, surrounded by his family. Who the fuck are you people? he asked. His parents laughed. Meaning the plan had failed.

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T 6091

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

She calls me, Champion, and I say, You used to call me that all the time, but we’re older now, and I smile and finish my piece of apple pie.

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T 6090

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I spilled my whiskey on my kid’s lunchbox, and the next day his teacher called and I said, I’m a bad father, and she said, When can we meet?

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