Short Shorts!

I like this one a lot.

It started as an experiment and it just kind of went from there.


The lights had been off for over an hour and it didn't look like it was coming back on anytime soon. The storm had knocked out the power at the prestigious "La Marie-Bon" hotel. With the power out all across the the six city blocks there wasn't even a back up generator able to keep things running. The building was pitch black, the TV sets in all the rooms were off, and the doors were electronically locked. The residents were trapped.

"I told we should've packed some candles or something." She said. Her voice a harsh whisper.

"How was I supposed to know a storm would knock the power out for six city blocks ?" Came his terse reply. "We just have to sit here and wait until the lights come back on."

"What should be do until then?" She asked.

"Nothing! There's nothing we can do. We're stuck here in the dark with no lights, no electricity, nothing."

"We could do something."

"Like what?" He asked. "Watch TV? Oh wait! The power's out! Silly me!"

She could hear him drop down hard onto the bed. It's old springs squeaked.

"We could talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"You never want to talk." She muttered.

"That's because there's nothing to talk about!" He cried. "You always want to talk when there's nothing to talk about."

"Let's talk about that" She said. "Let's talk about how you never want to talk."

"If there was something to talk about. I'd talk about it."

"No you wouldn't!" She retorted. "You'd rather just ignore everything! Like that time at your parents place..."

"You always bring that up!" He interrupted. "You can't just let it go!"

"I'll let it go when you talk about it!"

"We already talked about it last time! Just drop it!"

"I'll drop it this time if you talk about it."

"You said that last time."

The room was silent for a moment.

"This was a mistake." He said, finally.

"Coming here?" she asked timidly.

"No. All this. This whole," he paused to find the words, "thing."

"What's wrong with this?"

"What's wrong with this?" He repeated. "Are you kidding? All we do is fight!"

"We don't fight." She said quietly.

"We're fighting right now!" He yelled.

"We're not fighting." She mummbled.

"I'm sick of it. I don't want to fight anymore. I just want this to be over and done with."

"I don't want to fight either."

"Then why can't you just drop it?" he asked.

"Why can't you talk about it?" she asked.

"Because there's nothing to talk about!"

The room fell silent again. The only sound was that of the rain assaulting the window. It was a while before anyone spoke again.

"I love you." She said.

Then the silence continued.