telenovela

hemingway could write a story in six words, I'm giving myself a paragraph.

There was once a man and a woman. The man was truly just a boy with a career and the woman was really a dreamer but a pragmatist by day. Together they lived alone in a decadently modern queen sized bed in a New England town populated by whites and those of a white disposition. On those certain occasions that it was convenient they would have conversations and meals and make love. They never spoke of how miserable they were. Their love was tacit, but very much existent. When they reached the appropriate age they had children, two girls and a boy, who were all bright and attractive, excelled in their education, and went on to lead fulfilling lives. As they aged they became more quiet and more in love. They indulged themselves by buying a new king sized bed. They became old and one day the woman was stricken ill and died some time shortly after. They man became sullen and although he no longer felt comfortable in it, he died in his sleep in their king sized bed several months later. Upon reaching heaven he was greeted by his wife who ran to embrace him and gasped "Darling, I'd been so lonely without you."