Logophobia

"I have nothing to say." She stared back at me, her eyes folding back over to the glazed expression she wore so often, the thin patina of disinterest. God, she knew just how to get under my skin.

"Well there's nothing more to talk about then is there?"

"Not really."

"Can you even call this a conversation?" I said nothing. The wine had turned sour in taste and stodgy in texture.