The plastic sheeting flutters in the wind. He knows he will never finish the house. He never finishes anything. That’s why he’s a good lover.
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T 4840
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. I used to be good looking, she sighed. She turned and he was unmoved. Say something, she pleaded.
T 4833
On Saturday morning the family comes together for the first time all week and they eat pancakes and talk about their recent bowel movements.
T 4832
She helped him with his tie and she kissed him and said, I’m so proud of you, and he asked why and she said, Because your socks match today.
T 4817
She comes home and finds her new boyfriend sitting by the fridge eating slices of mortadella and she sighs, and he says, It’s fancy bologna!
T 4793
An infestation of ants. She’s on edge, with a fear approaching phobia. But to him, it’s something else: Just another excuse to not have sex.
T 4788
They watched their house burn, ashes snowing down on them, memory as precipitation. Their daughter cried. It was the beans, he told his wife.
T 4786
I remember when I used to make fun of the girls, with their everything’s cute thing, but what could I do? and so now I’m picking out drapes.
T 4775
The penny rolls down off the table and comes to rest by the dog. He eats it. A penny saved, she sighs. Tastes like chicken, the dog replies.
T 4774
She now realized inviting him had been a mistake. From inside the kitchen, he stared out at her yard. You can’t step in my garden, she said.
