Twisters

T 6089

She sat alone in a corner of the food court. She read her book and dreamed of love and then a man sat down next to her eating fried pickles.

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T 6088

Underneath the dresser. In the corner of the room. I saw flesh. So long ago. I share this story as a lesson. What’s a magazine? my son says.

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T 6087

He hugs his son and says, Everything is about love, and the boy shows him the cut on his finger and sighs, This was about the kitchen knife.

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T 6086

The reporter was done, but he was still live on TV, and everyone saw him for how he was, and that night he ate dinner alone. It was so cold.

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T 6085

The chef took the muffins out of the oven. He stared at them lovingly. How cool are my muffins? he said. But nobody was there to answer him.

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T 6084

The dinner was large again, huge in fact, and I said, I love you but you’re making me fat and unattractive, and she smiled and said, I know.

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T 6083

Loving your daughter’s like swimming in a whirlpool, I tell the tiny man. He climbs up on a chair and calls me over and kicks me in the nuts.

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T 6082

The bouquet lies between us, a reminder of better times. Remember when I gave you that bouquet? I ask. She picks it up to throw at me again.

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T 6081

He finishes his tacos and the food court noise comes back to him and she gets up and says, Two more stores, and he says, I miss strip malls.

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T 6080

You are my happiness, she says, and this makes me so uncomfortable I have to undress. But I’m still uncomfortable. Take it back, I tell her.

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