by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
Violet lived in apartment 1C, a tiny studio, the smallest in the building. She’d moved there because of the building’s proximity to Prospect Park and because the rent was inexpensive, and because the building was beautiful. She was a college student, and she had...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
There was a peace in the courtyard of the hotel that he thought was gone from the world. A good strong pot of coffee wordlessly placed on his table, fresh fruit and fresh croissants, pristine white tablecloths under wide cerulean umbrellas which were in turn under a...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
There are few things I’m more thankful for than Lucy’s insatiability. She came to the city poor and hungry. Got a job. Got a tiny apartment. Threw herself into our little circle of friends. I got her hooked on coming over to use my Hitachi early on. She didn’t have...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
It must have been because it was Halloween. Violet just didn’t do things like this. She was a nice girl. She was a disciplined girl. She had a good job and a lovely apartment. She visited her parents regularly. She fed her cat and went to the gym, and sent thank you...
by Jack Stratton | May 21, 2026 | Uncategorized
My hands still get greedy for you. They ache, in tight fists, and I stretch my fingers as I remember touching your body. The feel of your skin, all the places you were soft and all the places you were tender. The way it was hard to make you come, but easy to make you...