It's Friday eve, the week has been unmercifully slow. Snail's pace was to fast of a depiction. I was headed to the train station like I did most days. It was only on rare occasions where I'd actually drive in to work. The traffic was too treacherous to sit in day in and day out, I'd rather commute than to deal with that nonsense. As I make my into the breeze...
It was quitting time on Friday. All the downtown commuters were busy rushing to the train to find a precious postage stamp sized piece of real estate, or if the gods shone upon them that day, and actual seat. The gods were frowning on Jennifer. It seems she had taken too long to change from her work shoes into her walking shoes and she had arrived at the tra...
Rush hour traffic on the subway; people walking past each other and bodies rubbing together with no erotic connotation whatsoever. Or that is what I used to think, until I met him, on a train to work. As the train hit the breaks, his body slammed into mine and for a concise moment I felt his erection brush against my leg. His eyes met mine, the bashful look...
Authors Note: Okay, I've always struggled with short stories as I tend to get a bit too carried away with descriptive details (sometimes, to a fault; as a reader, I enjoy gaps of information in order to allow my mind to fill the blanks but as a writer, I rarely give those opportunities) but I had this fleeting thought this afternoon for a short story. In fa...
The waxing moon was just setting in the western sky when the alarm clock went off, waking him abruptly from his sound sleep. She had been awake for hours watching the night sky and doing last minute preparation. Now everything was ready for the journey ahead - bags packed, passports and tickets checked too many times to count. He padded softly up behind, wra...
All characters are eighteen or older. ***** I had known before my business trip of the famously, or perhaps infamously overcrowded public trains in Tokyo. It was planned to be a fairly long trip, between four and eight weeks and being single I was the best executive of my company to pick for the extended trip. However it meant a daily commute from the hote...
It was a hot, sticky August afternoon in our nation's capitol when I met Suzana for the first time. She was an exotic girl of mixed descent and had a strong free-spirited hippie vibe about her. She wore a flowing orange sundress that hugged her form perfectly. We stood on the DC Metro platform as the evening rush hour began, the air was thick and beads of sw...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...
Meagan Jones looked at the clock at the bottom of her computer screen. The numbers read 8:13 on a Friday night. Wow she thought; where did the time go? She had returned late to the office tower where she worked after giving a presentation at a local high school. She worked for a nonprofit organization that helped troubled boys learn skills that would help t...
Sometimes as travel hither and there around the city on my way to this or that my mind wanders. I imagine myself journeying to impossible places on the back of a long, slithery, dust farting, jaw snapping underground dragon. I'm certain the subway is secretly scheming to skewer me on its ever-ready throbbing third rail. The subway is an entity and it plays...