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Porkchop, Espionage, and a Mechanical Symphony
Contains some adult humor “Chapter 9: One for the Road”, the Narrator’s voice is like cream, thick and sweet. It drips down Ted’s ear canals as his head sinks into the pillow. It’s his lone indulgence, horribly written spy fiction. But man does J Coen Daniels write excellent characters. It’s just after 9 o’clock on a Tuesday, and 100 Washington Heights winds down for the night. Ted readies himself for tonight’s chapter: pillow at perfect 45 degree angle, blanket snug but not too tight, and the light dimmed to an ambient glow. He adjusts the headphones and the Narrator picks up the story: “Ka...
Car Power
She’d never felt prouder than when the salesman handed her the keys to the most wasteful purchase of her life. She thanked him. Smile revealing teeth like sugar cubes, he told her to enjoy the ride. She would.She’d never had much interest in cars. They got one from Point A to Point B. What more did one need? She still felt this way…except in this particular case. In this case, glitz and glamour meant everything.Her heart fluttered as she stepped into the sauna August had become and across steaming blacktop to her new vehicle. An Aventurine Green Metallic Porsche Cayman S. Sleek, curving lines...
The 22nd Floor
The 22nd FloorI really hated to see it go. My old apartment building was so beautiful. At one time, it was the most stunning piece of architecture in the city. Tourists traveled here just to see this building. I've lived here my whole life. Thirty-nine years in the same location. I was actually born in the elevator. My mom went into labor in our apartment on the 22nd floor, and she’d only made it down to the 14th floor when I was born. It was always a joke in my family that I couldn’t wait to enter the world and that the elevator in the building was too slow. In reality, it was. I remember ha...
Safe Spot
Foley Gaspers nearly ran out of fuel driving to Venice Beach in a 2000 Camry he had stolen from his girlfriend, Sarah. He abandoned the car on a narrow one-way street.He walked to the boardwalk, intending to make his way to the pier for a jump and a swim, bwww.onedoor.ccut had issues. Fish to fry. He was under the impression Sarah was having an affair with a co-worker.She was tired of his unfounded accusations. Why would I want to sleep with Kingston? You’re the one with the problem, Foley. You can’t even figure out whether you’re straight or gay. Having a queer boyfriend isn’t kosher with me.Why don’t you ...