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Short story:<i> A Love Story</i>

photo of a sundial

He says, do you remember the day we met?

She says, not really. Is it important?
He says, at that sundial over there. Do you want to walk over to it?
She says, whatever.
He says, is something wrong?
She says, I don’t really know.
He says, do you want to talk about it?
She says, not really.
He says, why the fuck are you being like this?
She says, what are you talking about?
He says, you are being completely—
She says, so, paranoia much?
He says, what is your problem?
She says, you’ve always been a little too prone to sensitivity, haven’t you?
He says, and you’ve always been a manipulative bitch.
She says, oh, that’s rich, coming from you.
He says, you are completely emotionally inadequate.
She says, and you think that awkward fumbling you do makes you anything more than physically adequate?
He says, fuck you.
She says, yeah, that’s kind of what I was talking about.
He says, oh, that’s great. I know this conversation is just you conspiring to break up with me. You think I’m falling for this shit again?
She says, how you interpret this conversation is not my problem.
He says, what is your problem?
She says, you. Everything about you irritates the crap out of me.
He says, yeah, well you’re not exactly little miss sunshine yourself.
She says, and I’m pregnant.
He says, !
She says, -

They got married shortly after, and made each other and their children unhappy for the rest of their lives together.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: manipulative, prone, fumble, conspire, and sundial.

Image courtesy of yuan2003.

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