Alex Falconer
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The Exchange
“Hey Brad?” Jules yells. “Can you come to the bedroom?” When Brad arrives in the doorway, he sees his wife lying down; the TV remote balanced on her gigantic belly. It’s Thursday night, around 8:30 PM. She’s watching And Just Like That. “What’s up?” Brad asks. Jules pauses the show. “I need you to go to Jamba Juice.” Brad moves closer, unsure if he heard her correctly. “Sorry, did you just say Jamba Juice?” “I did.” Brad runs his hand across the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s kind of late. I don’t know if they’re op—""Just go?” Jules pleads. “For us?” she clasps both hands around her stomach. She is so round. So earnest. Brad gives in. “Okay, I’ll go. What do you want?” Jules hits play on the remote. “I’ll have a large Peanut Butter Moo’d.”
By Alex Falconer2 years ago in Fiction
