Tiny Stories, part 6

June 13th, 2011

More stories that fit in a single tweet.

She had the debilitating habit of never — never — saying her real opinions out loud. Her mother had taught her that.

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He wished for fame, money, & a playboy’s lifestyle. But he had all the wrong short-term appetites for achieving them.

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Abe was tempted to see himself as a magnet for problems. For starters, his mother had named him “Abraham.”

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He had been a drinker, he had tried psychoanalysis. Now he found his therapy under a barbell.

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Sure, he would have taken more — as much as she wanted to give him. But in that moment, all he wanted was to dance with her.

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Her upbringing tried hard to teach her never to expect anything — but it was a lesson she desperately wanted to avoid learning.

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They worked in the same building, but wouldn’t have met without the fire drill.
“Where are all the good men?”
“On another floor.”

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He couldn’t make sense of it — hadn’t she loved him? — even through a sleepless week. He gave up & put The Black Keys on repeat.

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He thought she wasn’t his type, until he found out she loved Tar Heel basketball. That was the beginning.

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He had always taken it seriously, being a dad. But some things were more serious than others. E.g, explaining The Ramones.

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