She was almost ready to break up with him. She just needed the right metaphor. That was everything to her and soon he would be nothing to her. “Those are generalities,” she said to herself on the drive over, “misleading binaries.” The car was rattling a little and so was she. She went through all the options. The relationship was like a dinner plate glued to the table. The relationship was like a shoe with no sole. The relationship was like an umbrella held at the wrong angle so it filled up with rain. Finally she found it. “This relationship is like trying to put a folder inside itself. The ghost of the icon moves and then moves back but there’s no consequence. Not a change in architecture, not a click.” She imagined his face getting the point. Either the car was running more smoothly now or she was.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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