by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god awful presentation. Then rain the minute I left for home. It was...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Mark was addicted. It was something he needed to admit to himself. It was something he needed help with. It was something that was part of him. “Can I get a quad shot cappuccino, very dry, non-fat milk?” He stood at the counter digging deep into the pockets of his...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Old Pierre stood at the back of Simone’s studio and watched as his lover and her students drew. He said nothing. He did not ogle the models. He simply put one hand in the pocket of his vest and leaned against the wall, and watched his love direct her students. The...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
We bought her on Bond Street. There was a little shop, above a haberdashery, with a large plate glass window with gold foil lettering on it, where they have a book full of people who want to be sold. The counter person was quite dashing in their three piece suit. They...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The thing was, she was very young. Certainly legal, but still, I really should have been ashamed of myself. I was a thirty-year-old man, and she was eighteen. It started out so simply, though. She sent me a picture because I wrote something silly, like, “if a picture...