Twisters

The lady points to the horizon and says, Over there. I set out for it, for the horizon, and as night falls, I understand the joke. It is me.

She looks crazy to him but all he can say is “Your tits are crazy” and then she proves how normal she is and he picks himself off the ground.

She doesn’t sport tattoos. What he just said is beyond insensitive. He’ll have to work harder from here on in. But she used to be a gymnast.

The food was lodged in his throat. She tried to administer mouth to mouth but he refused. I’ve Googled you, he wheezed. And she walked away.

The wind tickles her face. She leans into it and experiences the luxury of simple wishes. The wind dies. And something inside of her as well.

I took the earbuds out and said, Start over. She stepped back as if shot. I can’t repeat all that, she complained. I put the earbuds back in.