Zoo

When I met Miriam, she was in a phone booth in a hotel lobby. She was crying, and I squeezed in with her to ask what was wrong. 

Today, Miriam has shrunken down to the size of only a couple of inches. For what it is worth, I still love her, and she finally admits loving me too. But there is nothing much we can do about that now except celebrate, so I put her in a little box and head out to find a rabbi to marry us.

Later, I press her close to my chest when our reception is broken up by a full-scale gang war. I load Miriam into the waiting limo now full of people trying to make a getaway. We take the tunnel out of the riotous city, all the time I whisper that everything is Okay. Fancy lawn parties are not our thing anyway.