The closest I get to saving your love letters in a perfumed box is favouriting your tweets and believing you see me when you write them.
argument
A waterslide in the desert
“You’re as much use as a waterslide in the desert!”
“Oh, don’t start.”
“Well, you make me so angry!”
“Well….” (He grins.)
“It’s not funny.” (But she smiles.)
“Well…. In the desert….” (He grins again.)
“Stop it! I’m fluming – fuming….” (She tries not to laugh.)
(They kiss. They make up.)
Movies
We argued about words.
-Wear blue pants.
-Under my black trousers.
-Sidewalk.
-Pavement.
It was like a scene from a movie.
(film)
Mirrors
He shouted. She reflected back his anger. He wondered, incongruously, if anger was wave-form or particle. Waves overcame them.
simonsalento 