The traffic on West 57th Street was heavier than usual for the time of day. My wife and I made our way slowly, chatting and observing the people around us as we inched closer to the parking garage we always used next to the Ziegfeld Theatre. There was something big going on that night. A …
Anatomy Of A Gesture
The wind-swept rain stung my face as I peddled into the downpour, my glasses obscured by the lashing water and my clothes weighed down by the bitter March rain. I craved to look at my watch for the encouragement it would provide that I would make it on time, but I recognized the slightest distraction …
The Fence
Approaching the fence warily, Alison wasn’t sure what she’d find on the other side. In her fifty years of living in that house, she’d seen plenty of neighbors come and go, some of whom she’d loved, others she was happy to see the back of, and some she’d never gotten to know. As she peered …
The Card
The Storyteller 350 Challenge 1/2/21 The Card As she took a deep breath and looked deeply into my eyes, her crooked smile conveyed a sense of determination. The SD card in her hand was a weapon that could destroy my world as I knew it, and she had every intention of using it to her …
Tate Basildon 