Downtown, not uptown.
The limo was waiting outside of the day spa where she had spent a luxurious afternoon being massaged, steamed, facialed…
Dear Father Monaghan
Dear Father Monaghan,
I hope and trust this letter catches you by surprise. In normal circumstances, I would follow my initial greeting here with something along the lines of good wishes for your health and a hoped-for grand quality of your life in general or some such sentiment…
He called her and whispered a number, nothing more, nothing less.
The room was dark with the curtains drawn, but the strong summer sunlight still managed to slip in between…
A Secret Obsession
In a city of 8 million people, all of them going somewhere simultaneously, I tend to look less AT people and more towards people; it’s out of street necessity, to be able to guess will they slide left or right? Will they stop like a friggin’ tourist to look up in the middle of the friggin’ sidewalk or look…
The Monday Knights
“You’re number 8, let’s go!”
“Someone make sides already!”
“First four against the second four?”
“I don’t care, but we’re not getting any younger, fellas, let’s go, let’s go”.
