We can rewrite the ending though. Or just write more. She is sad and waits for the next train. He collects his loot and gets off at the next stop and catches her there. And they fall in love. Yay!
…thirteen months later they still argue over money.
He shouts “I’ve had it.”
She throws an empty bank book at him…”You’ve had it? You’ve had it alright… Im pregnant!”
He screams “Merde…how can you do this to me?” decorks a three euro bottle of wine.
“Me? Do what to who?… I’m the one prego!”
American Idol comes on the snowy tube.
He passes her une rouge.
She breaks the end off a baguette for him.
“That black chick shouldn’t go she was much better than that kid.”
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I can’t tell if that’s really funny or incredibly depressing.
Maybe it’s both. Yeah, I’m going with both.
Love hurts.
We can rewrite the ending though. Or just write more. She is sad and waits for the next train. He collects his loot and gets off at the next stop and catches her there. And they fall in love. Yay!
I like your idea of adding to the story.
…thirteen months later they still argue over money.
He shouts “I’ve had it.”
She throws an empty bank book at him…”You’ve had it? You’ve had it alright… Im pregnant!”
He screams “Merde…how can you do this to me?” decorks a three euro bottle of wine.
“Me? Do what to who?… I’m the one prego!”
American Idol comes on the snowy tube.
He passes her une rouge.
She breaks the end off a baguette for him.
“That black chick shouldn’t go she was much better than that kid.”
‘I can’t tell if that’s really funny or incredibly depressing.
Maybe it’s both. Yeah, I’m going with both.’
Yeah. Me too.
I try to straddle both with “poignant.” It is one of those catch all words.