(after years of marriage)
Silence, albeit temporary.
by William Ashanti Hobbs
He: Sliding over to her…
She: Ugh! Gone nah, I’m sleep.
He: Why you talking then?She: mumbles (expletive of your choice)
He: Huh?She: Shoulda did somethin’ an hour ago…
He: You tellin’ me to stop?She: I ain’t hear me tell you to start.
He: …That ain’t what I’m askin’ you.Silence, albeit temporary.
William Ashanti Hobbs is on the eternal hunt for the most precise description of moods and places.

