Tagged: Food (993)

T 5494

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

Sure, you bemoaned my shortcomings, even though I was complimented after the video went viral. You called me a liar. But you loved my tacos.

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T 5491

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

The bird swooped down and stole his donut and he stood and waved his fist at the injustice of it. Then he went inside and got another donut.

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T 5483

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

She reached for the stinkiest, bluest cheese on the tray, and he felt resentment. You’ve taught me a lot about myself this evening, he said.

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T 5468

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

She wails into her phone, a cry of the desperate. Why? she screams. On the other end, her confused boyfriend. I just wanted a pizza, he says.

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T 5466

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

The sky opens up and they are drenched. Later, he says, That wasn’t romantic at all. He sneezes. They eat dinner quietly. She yawns, bored.

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T 5459

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He returns from the meeting to an empty office. He worries about the meaning of this until he finds a note on his desk: We all ate bad sushi.

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T 5456

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

And the burgers came, and he said, Yours looks better, and she said, They look the same, and he reached and she bit his hand, drawing blood.

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T 5451

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

His mother made her famous lasagna. She made him eggplant fritters. Garlic bread. Chocolate cake. He ate it all. But still felt empty inside.

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T 5443

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

Cold instant coffee. Stale donuts. A haze of smoke. Stains on the carpet. On the chair. She nuzzles him and says, Let’s go. No mas, he says.

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T 5441

By Arjun Basu | Published: April 1, 2012

He mopes in and says, I didn’t get the job. She hugs him, kisses him softly. Stop making your baked beans, he sighs. And then she smells it.

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