Shroud

It's our biggest fight ever and I keep it up because I'm winning. Our beautiful furniture, our appliances -- everything downstairs is wrecked. So we move upstairs, to the next level and keep at it.

I throw all his shirts out the window. He breaks off the heels of my shoes. I smash his guitar. He slashes my pillows and goose down swirls around the room. I throw his Ipod in his face.

It looks like I've won but he goes to my dressing table, picks up my favorite bottle of perfume, opens it and pours the contents on the floor.

"Nooooooo!" I scream. I scream and scream.

Falling around me, goose down like snow. Around me too, the sweet smell of flowers embracing me like a shroud.