Conversation with Victor at lunch:
Victor: I read something about a contest where you have to come up with the saddest story in just four words, and I think I’ve nailed it.
me: Okay. Hit me.
Victor: “She loved someone else.”
me: Ooh, that is a good one. How about… “She’d forgotten his smell”.
Victor: Hmm. “He never became himself.”
me: “OUR DOG WAS EATEN.”
Victor: Um…subtlety?
me: “The baby spontaneously combusted.”
Victor: Jesus, Jenny.
me: Well you said it should be sad.
Victor: Okay, let’s switch to happy. The happiest story in four words. “He loved her back.”
me: Okay. “The monsters never returned.”
Victor: How about…“She became his world”.
me: Ew. No. That sounds like a stalker. Oh! “More gravy for everyone!”
Victor: “They made a family.”
me: Aw, I like that. How about…“Knock knock mother fucker.”
Victor: No. Also, “motherfucker” is one word.
me: Fine. How about… “He never questioned her.”
Victor: How about…“She stopped acting stupid.”
me: How about…“Her divorce came through.”
Victor: Hmm. We should probably stop this.
me: Yeah. Agreed.
And they lived happily (ever after).
Your turn. Happy or sad story in four words. Go.