Tag Archives: catastrophe jones
Wishes
Somewhere, somewhen, near a corner of 42nd and 8th, some kitty-corner blocks from Times Square, in the midst of Hell’s kitchen, with buses, cabs, trucks, and cars rolling by, hundreds of people pounding the pavement, walking by, looking at the … Continue reading
Flashes
All the places she’s searched for him, she’s been alone. All the windows she’s climbed in, no analogue to greet her. All the phone numbers she’s called, there’s been no answer. Billions of other people walking the street and she … Continue reading
She Ran
She ran. She had to run. She ran, lungs burning, heart pounding, the screams of the world around her filling not just her head, but her ears. She ran, and every time she looked down, she was startled to not … Continue reading
Ten Little Chapters
* 1 * The first thing to happen had been a kiss. * 2 * There had been a kiss, and she hadn’t expected it. She may have loved and wanted it, but she had not expected it, and that … Continue reading
Breathe Fire
She stood on the fire escape, fingers clutching the railing, cigarette at her lips. Navy eyes stared out at the night, looking over rooftops, scanning the dark for a familiar something, anything. It was there, in the space between moments, … Continue reading