Twisters

T 5909

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

Her insecurity made her weak but he loved her more for it. Finally, he told her he loved her. And she blushed and said, Don’t be mean to me.

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T 5908

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

She wakes and finds him packing a bag. What’s this? she asks. And he turns his back on her and sighs and says, You used to smell like bacon.

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T 5907

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

He wants to diffuse the heat of their discussion. You can not fathom the depths of my sadness, he says. And she reaches for a plate to throw.

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T 5906

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

I poured the lonely looking man a drink and he said, My needs exceed what’s possible to take, and he drank his drink and left without paying.

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T 5905

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

I poured her the whisky until it spilled out of the tumbler. Then I made eye contact with her and grinned. Are you 100 years old? she asked.

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T 5904

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

I told her my problem and she said, It doesn’t matter, and I kissed her, with genuine relief, and we went to bed, and she said, It mattered.

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T 5903

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

When I was famous no one made fun of my penis, he tells his therapist, and at session’s end, he realizes he’ll be walking toward the bridge.

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T 5902

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

And then he said, I’m not going to buy anything ever again, and the world stopped turning and she said, Just for that you don’t get cupcakes.

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T 5901

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

The ball sails through the air, untethered, free, until it submits to the inevitability of gravity, and it hurtles toward me. And I drop it.

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T 5900

By Arjun Basu | Published: September 28, 2012

He stormed into her bridal shower. The joy inside froze to a confused silence. Honey? she said, approaching him. I hate fish, he announced.

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