Even when it gets wall-punching or wineglass-throwing bad I’ll think how things we’re screaming would sound in a story. Or as story titles. “Just Tell Me What You Want Me to Do Right Now.” But  the point of course is to finish the fight or conversation with some kind of better flow than what started it. Forgetting stories is another way of remembering. Eventually the blood pressure goes back down and you start cleaning the walls. Later it’s nighttime. A glass of vodka cranberry on the front stairs. Your daughter  pointing out the frogs on the wall. You don’t think of lines or titles then. None of the short stories you want to write could be as strange or real as the frogs or what’s actually happening to you right now.