Writes
The first time I met her, she told me her dream. It was a simple dream, one that — in the past, when real estate prices were still somewhat reasonable — could have been realized with ease. It wasn’t a lofty dream like my own. For my ideal future involved becoming a New York Times... Continue Reading →
The temperature aboveground was brutally frigid. Levi — who for the past two nights had been laid out on a bench inside a heated train car on the A, C, and E line — lowered his eyelids protectively over his retinas and climbed out into the low winter sun, stumbling onto the sidewalk and falling... Continue Reading →
Have you ever had the course of your life change in the span of a traffic light? I have. It was a subtle, but rapid change. A change I thought belonged only in scripted novels or films. In order to begin this story, I will have to start at the intersection of Washington and Rogers. I was driving home from... Continue Reading →
Olivia Ramírez lived off a dirt road in the Maine woods. But she had not always lived in a rural area. Born in North Central Bronx Hospital, she spent her youth in a two-bedroom, run down brownstone in Norwood where she enjoyed a secluded, studious life with her mother and older sister. Two days after her... Continue Reading →
“Do you know what time it is?” “It’s 7:04.” “Thank you. My phones battery just died. So I can’t tell the time.” Sofia watched as the man to her left slid his phone in his pocket and reached into his leather backpack. He pulled out a thick, white book. Smiling, Sofia pulled out her own copy... Continue Reading →
The writer was attending the meeting of a third book club for the novel In Jest. They had been kicked out of two prior book clubs for disorderly conduct, i.e. instigating verbal confrontation with group members. It had taken them two weeks of scouring online sources to find this book club, and they had to take the Subway... Continue Reading →
The island breeze hit the back of Héctor’s neck, pulling horizontally at the fine hairs. It was seventy-one degrees, cool enough for a sweater. But his client, a tourist from Frankfurt named Hans, had sweat beads dripping down his sunburned skin. Hans was an investment banker: single, forty-six, and recently grappling with the consequences of his inactive, high-stress lifestyle. Despite... Continue Reading →
The C major 7 chord is purple. The F chord is orange. The D minor chord is blue. And the G chord is yellow. This is a short story about Lance. And synesthesia. Well, this is my short story. I am Lance. I sometimes refer to myself in the third person. I’m strange. And I always have been. Or... Continue Reading →
June wasn’t born in June. In fact, she was born on the day of the winter solstice: December 21, 1992. So June was an ironic name, a name that didn’t fit her. She had black straight hair, porcelain skin without the mark of a single freckle, a frail frame, and eyes as black as the... Continue Reading →