She stood in front of me crying, her body shaking, her hands clenched. “I don’t know how to love someone ... so duck,” she said, sobbing.
“What?,” I said, ducking.
She looked at me funny. “What are you doing?,” she asked.
“You said ‘duck.’”
“Duck? No, I didn’t say ‘duck,’ I said, I don’t know how to love someone so dark,” she said, now crying and laughing at the same time.
(A little flash fiction inspired by me mis-hearing the lyrics of a song by Marian Call. Needs improvement, I know, but I’m traveling today, and that’s all I’ve got.)