Patty, the night clerk at The Best Western Travel Inn, St. George, UT “Hey Karla.” “Hey Karl,” said Jenna as she hugged him back. She and Ben had played this routine for the past eight years. It started at the end of their first date. She didn’t know why, but Read more…
overheard @ The Ivy, Santa Monica, CA 8 min @ The Ivy Shelley heard the tell-tale ringing in her ears. She’d had too much to drink. The very nice woman beside her at the bar was laughing her big wide laugh but Shelley couldn’t hang onto the thread of the Read more…
Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen 8 min @ Umami Burger/Fred Segal, Santa Monica Calloused knuckles and fine blonde hair are not a pretty combination. Carly strained her head back into Sam’s knotted fingers. He wasn’t pulling too hard but the cuts and abrasions on his hands we snagging the Read more…
Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling 8 min in Glassel Park, Los Angeles Stephanie was speechless. She wanted to tell him that it was rude to answer a question with a question, but his placid and unwavering gaze disquieted her. Before she could repeat her question, he asked his again. Read more…
odd pronunciation over heard at Olympic Spa 8 min @ Olympic Spa, Korea town, Los Angeles “The tea is brewed good and strong today.” Her milky blue eyes stare intently at the young woman across from her. “But it’s too hot,” the girl says. “Don’t be thinking this can be Read more…
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling 8 min in Parkdale, TO “Damn girl, I don’t need no sugar after seeing that smile of yours.” Carolyn blinked her bangs out of her eyes as she stirred the liquid sugar into her latte. The condiment counter was tiny and Read more…
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston 8 min @ Lit espresso bar, Roncesvalles He thought of overcharging her. It had been a long time since anyone sent a fax. “How many pages?” he stalled. “One.” He watched her eyes take inventory of the handmade signs behind him. Read more…
Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges 8 min @ Farenheit A nickel sized circle of brown bliss sat at the bottom of the cup. Chloe had stopped herself from draining the cup because she didn’t want the delicious moment to end. It was her first Turkish coffee. It was good, but Read more…