Ménage à Text

Jack Stratton
Nov 5 · 16 min read

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 dirty streets of his neighborhood, next to the big school with the high metal fence and the little stores with the weird religious candles and the exotic smells.

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Jack Stratton

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Writer, New Yorker, foodie, hedonist, kinky, poly, dandy, switch. Find free stories and a list of my books at writingdirty.com

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