In SIX WORDS or fewer, write a story about an old argument.

She was acting like her grandfather.

I told you so, She said.

The final rebuttal was an epitaph.

Godzilla's on the lose run hide.

I killed him for my God.

Me: right. You: wrong. Then reverse.

Really! You're bringing that up again?

Don't talk about it anymore now.

It's what you say which matters.

"Leave it", he insisted. She left.

How dare you; that was private!