by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The French called it l’appel du vide. The call of the void. Becky always felt it. When they started their midnight walk, she didn’t know they would end up at the bridge, but it made sense. Adam was the kind of guy who used everything you told him against you at some...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The thing about Frankie was she rolled her eyes every time I added something to a conversation. She never laughed at my jokes, and she never looked me in the eye. I thought it was because I was a little too obvious about my attraction to her. She was brilliant,...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
The key was not letting on how he felt. Let the rope take over. Let the familiar routine play out like a dance number he had memorized.
That would keep him from letting on the he had a crush on her. That would hide the fact that he had been pining for her for weeks....
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Alison turned down the dark city street and looked at the slip of paper with directions. The friend who had told her about the speakeasy wouldn’t even text her the information about it. It was all so elicit and mysterious. It made her heart flutter. She recently moved...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
They broke up on the train. Trains pushed Mark’s memories to the surface. All the trips into the country as a child. All the trees passing by, leaves changing to red and gold. The city faded fast. Tiny pockets of gray, compared to the long stretches of woods to...