I saw you bouncing up the stairs of the Bleecker Street station, determined to get into the last car of the 6 train, where I was standing. I don’t remember what song was playing but I know my foot was bouncing and my fingers were drumming on the side of the pole. You apologized toContinue reading “The last car of the 6 train”
Tag Archives: flash fiction
The Event
Going into the event, of course Joseph would have preferred success to failure but the final verdict on something like that can change over time. The important thing was for the event to take place. There was no way things could continue the way they were. There would be violence and possibly, even likely, war.Continue reading “The Event”
Spraying Hope
Walking up Park Avenue the other day I made a right turn on 55th Street and headed east. There was a young couple walking in the other direction, holding hands, engaged in a serious conversation. As we got close to each other I saw him let go of her hand with an attitude of disgustContinue reading “Spraying Hope”
The Morning Commute
I We waited, some more patiently than others of course, for the yawning chasm to open up and swallow us again. The guy next to me, in reference to the presentation of a nearby woman, said, “it doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” Maybe his imagination is not as good as mine. In fact, I’dContinue reading “The Morning Commute”
Seventy Seven Words
There are no comfortable positions in the bed they used to share. He flips at regular intervals, both the hamburger and the spatula. With the morning slouching toward him, he stares dimly at the spot on the wall where he knows the calendar hangs. There is not enough light in the sky yet to seeContinue reading “Seventy Seven Words”
