There’s nothing quite like a New York public pool in the summer. If you’ve never experienced one, I highly recommend a visit. It’s like walking into another era. The Fourth of July is especially exciting at the pools. Take Hamilton Fish Park, for instance, on the Lower East Side. That’s where I am right now. [...]
Archive for the ‘Short Stories’ Category
He had a short man’s complex. So he overcompensated by being an asshole. His nouveau rich parents had recently bought a jet-ski that he decided to borrow for his 28th birthday. He got drunk then went out on it, constantly bragging about its speed. He met up with his roommate, who was fishing with some [...]
“The Tick” The man was fat. Bloated. Like a swollen tick. He oozed around the city, looking for his next victim. He’d have her over for drinks. Invite her up to his hotel room. And that would be the beginning of her end. He adopted a guise of wealth. Bragging unscrupulously about his connections. Yesterday [...]
As Faceshots and Placeshots have been difficult to come by lately, I thought I’d share some City Fiction with you. Your blogger is also an amateur short story writer, and I’ve pasted below two stories that are set in New York. Be forewarned, they are slightly demented, but those are the kinds of stories I grew up [...]
