She Made The Truth Out Of Mud Pies
He was living one day at a time. It was the logical thing to do, he reckoned. There was rain and there was earth and sometimes they happened both at the same time. He couldn’t help that, could he? His wife screamed out not to drag those muddy boots into the house and pointed at their old console television that was that very minute exploding into a mushroom cloud. She only said this because she loved him, of course. But he lived there too and he didn’t know what else to do about them. She might get mad but she would never stop loving him, he figured. So he closed the screen door respectfully behind him, went to kiss his wife and apologize, happily unaware of all that might happen in emotionally charged and illogical circumstances.