Friday, January 29, 2010

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love - Maria Robinson

He's older. He calls me honey. I call him by his name. He's breathing over me. It's labored but hot and full of hope.

He wants me to stay with him. I want him to adore me and leave. I like to pretend to banish him. It makes him anxious and ardorous. When he feels he is back in control, I pretend to surrender. Then, I punish him and push him away again. This makes him want me more. This game goes on for hours. Then we go out for dinner at an Indian restaurant.

1 comment:

  1. A fabulous piece of short fiction that could stand by itself! You render these two characters beautifully in so few words. And I love the last line!

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