by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Mona checked her phone for the seventh time. Unlike the orderly numbered streets and avenues of midtown Manhattan, the wilds of Downtown Brooklyn quickly descended into a chaos of randomly named roads and dead ends, with the bookstore she sought nowhere in sight. Only...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
It’s the first party after the quarantine, and no one is really sure what to do. In the familiar loft, we all stand with drinks in our hands like its prom, and no one is sure if it is cool to dance. Desperation is everywhere, palpable, and real. It’s sapped our charm...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The invitation came one autumn morning. A crisp white card etched with rich black ink. “You Are Invited To: Un-Still Life.” “For your curiosity and consideration, we invite you to examine a girl on display. Cocktail attire. OoD members only. No guests. Clean hands and...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Henry was making bacon again. There was something both charming and annoying about his propensity for, and enjoyment of, elaborate breakfasts. Beth had grown up on cold cereal, as had Henry if she recalled correctly. Bacon and eggs were reserved for the weekends when...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The streets were black, wet, and peppered with gold and red October leaves. At seven o’clock, the sky had already grown dark, with only a few lingering fingers of ruddy crimson at the edges to show where the sun had descended. Alan walked down the familiar...