Smoke is caught in the breeze as she walks through Vondelpark. Caroline notices children playing in the field to her left, a group of friends sharing a meal, some drinks, and each other on the right. Warmed by the sun, she strolls down the path. Stopping to look at the river and let the momentContinue reading “Walks with Morgan – Caroline”
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N.Y.E.
“I thought it was my idea,” I say through the smoky haze. Seven of us sat around the table cards in hand. “Why did you think that?” asks Lauren who sat at his 2’o’clock. “Well, I had essentially invited myself to be apart of her New Year’s plans,” I say, noticing the looks of judgment,Continue reading “N.Y.E.”
Day 37
Buzz starts, “It’s day 37. Everyone I’ve know has died. Everyone I’ve met. My kids, friends, family all dead. They all die, why haven’t I? How am I still alive!? Riding along on this tram I look out at everyone I should never meet. I don’t want them to die too. They sit and stand,Continue reading “Day 37”
The Nail
“Dude, be careful where you point that thing. You could take someone’s eye out.” Bob says as he ducked away from the nail gun’s sights. George with a cigarette dangling between his lips laughs and says, “Don’t you worry, you scaredy-cat.” Targeting his friend again, “See it can’t fire like this.” He pulls the triggerContinue reading “The Nail”
Up By One
“Have you ever felt like there is a different you watching you as you do things? Like you’re doing the things. BUut, You’re also watching yourself do them,” asked Dante shielding his eyes from the setting sun’s light with his first baseman’s glove. “Dude why are you talking to me?” asked number 22 Reinhart slowlyContinue reading “Up By One”
Patty’s Diner
Martin opens the door first door allowing Erica to exit the cold night air. She returns the favor with the second. Dressed for the Met Gala, arm in arm they approach the hostess’ stand. A young brunette too perky for 3:00 AM greets them, “Hello, and welcome to Patty’s Diner. Would you like a boothContinue reading “Patty’s Diner”
The Sweater
The Sweater Breezy with a hint of a chill the old women in the neighborhood warned about. A slow yet dangerous cold that lulls a teenager into a false sense of security, like a gradually heating pot a frog sits in. She starts shivering slightly. “I think I’m getting cold,” Claire said on their wayContinue reading “The Sweater”
Later
A buzz in his pocket, “I’m watching a movie in bed, what about you?” Lin responded. Almost slipping on the ice, Perfect! She’s home! “I’m on my way to your place so we can talk and have some coffee.” Should I take out the ‘some coffee’ part? If I leave it she’ll think we areContinue reading “Later”
The Dime
“I’m telling you, Paul, I can hit a dime from 500 meters. Right down the middle,” Dave boasted through his coms while he put his gun together. “Yeah, we’ll see Dave. I glued on the window. Hopefully, it’ll still be there,” Paul said sitting in his car in front of the targets’ building. “Thousand bucksContinue reading “The Dime”
Walks With Morgan – Michael
The car stops. The engine then lights shut off. The black Audi’s door rises. His well-polished shoes hit the slush he shuts the door. Michael’s steps carry him north, he left the car unlocked. He walks along the path away from Lake Shore Drive. The wind cut through his pants though he hardly noticed. MyContinue reading “Walks With Morgan – Michael”
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