It started with Jones from accounting. He was called into an office, so routine, and then security came and unplugged his computer. Donna Moore was next. She was some kind of account rep. In a week, Baker, Lee, and Hernandez were all gone. They all walked out of that...

She had that thing. That thing where she always looked pissed off. It took a long time to figure out that she wasn’t always mad, just most of the time. She invited me over to brainstorm. She had an art project she was working on, but we never seemed to get to talking...

It was just another morning. He was a little groggy from a long somewhat sleepless night. Sometimes his head got going when he laid down in bed and just wouldn’t stop. Too many mistakes to think about. Too many lapses in judgement. When he finally got out of bed, he...

There was a familiar comfort in the deep couch. There was a knowledge that if one sat on that couch, they would sink back and possibly never get up. But that’s what we wanted at that moment. It was cold and raining outside. We could hear a bitter and cruel wind...

It started as just a little game between Lucy and me. How I’d tease her and how she’d blush and pout. “You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up. “Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine,...

Title: Madeline for Brunch In a lot of ways, Madeline still felt like a stranger in New York. She had made friends, got a good job, found a comfortable apartment, but sometimes, like when she was invited over to someone’s house for brunch, she felt like an imposter...

The girl in the beret came to the speakeasy on Mondays and Wednesdays, the quiet days. The somewhat secret bar was at the end of an anonymous alley on the Lower East Side street. Its plain metal door had no markings. You had to know someone to find out about it and...

Truth be told, Elise didn’t even really like him. That’s not to say she wasn’t already wet when she got off at his subway stop and climbed the familiar stairs into the lingering evening sun. She hadn’t been to his apartment in weeks. She hadn’t walked through the...

What was impressive was the glare she gave me when she handed me the folded paper every day. I feel like it really takes a lot to negotiate a fantasy, decide to do something kinky with someone, and then get that authentically mad about having to do what you agreed on....

Birds chirped, and the sun crept in from the small opening between the curtains. It was enough to rouse us. I held myself in that place between sleep and waking. Smelling the cold air that drifted in over the heat of the radiator. I heard a sigh and felt them turn,...