Boarded Up

On Friday night, I slumped into chair with a louder than usual sigh. She waited a moment before asking.

"Personal or cultural?"

"Both. I mean, you've seen what's going down, right? And then the usual work shit..."

"OK then. You want to play a board game?"

I nodded slowly, as she knew how to cheer me up. She walked over to the game bookcase.

"So... Twilight Struggle?"

"I really don't want to have to think about Russia right now."

"Morabaraba? Is that how it's pronounced."

"A South African game? No thanks."

"Monopoly then?"

"I hate Monopoly.

...

I'll be the cat."