Tagged: Love (951)

The sun went down and he poured a scotch. She dove in the pool and did laps. He shook the ice in the tumbler. Looks like we made it, he said

I wish you wouldn’t call me loser anymore, he says folding laundry. Well what then? she asks. I’ll never know, he sighs, fighting back tears

I feel hexed, he says. You’ve never been hexed, says the bored runway model. I like the way you walk, he says. I know hexed, the model says.

She wants to learn new things. She’s heard others talk of self-improvement and she likes it. You mean you can be even better? he asks loudly