Category: My Writing in Bits and Pieces

“Dialogue of Bittersweet Memories”

Todd: 

You totally deserved it.  You tortured me.

Angie: 

What about the time you locked me in the basement with your brother after he ate half a dozen bean burritos.  That, my friend, was torture.  If I had lit a match the whole place would’ve gone up in flames.

Todd:

I don’t remember that.

Angie:

Of course you wouldn’t, you’re not the one who almost died from gas asphyxiation.