
Street theatre's a hard gig, take it from me. The excited screams of children, photographers snapping away from every angle and traffic noise that can overwhelm the sound system. And the weather's always a worry - will the gear...
This Monday was bad. It was going to reverse the feelgood of the weekend, which created a need for the next weekend. Week in. Week out. Without fail. The wheel of life his father had called it. "Do I...
Jimmy sat on the bench in Union Square, his bench, keeping alert. He could spot them streaming through the park – the suburbanites hustling to make their escape from gray reality of the city to the warm, muted colors...
It was so hot she could feel her skirt sticking to the back of her knees. Sweat ran down her legs, making her flip flops wet and slippery. She mindlessly scratched a bug bite on her arm while staring...
It was the week before Halloween. And it was totally my fault. I'd been screwing around with the radio, hardly paying attention to the road. As I looked up from the dashboard the guy walking along the road realized...
Lornie wasn't going to wear the tan shoes to the wedding; she'd put a red pair by the bed last night that had a subtle heel and open toes. The red shoes matched the scarlet dress (with the plunging...
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