Norah sat at her computer looking at hundreds of photos of young Indian men dancing and throwing color. She heard Ethan laugh from the other room and laughed herself. He was watching Seinfeld for the first time. He had a goofy laugh that contradicted his chronic pessimism. Norah invited him to join her for lunch […]
Read more "Peanut Butter and Seinfeld"He was there again. At the same coffee shop. Last time Norah sat right across from him, at the big communal table. She used the crowd and lack of seating as her camouflage. This time he was alone, empty booths all around him. If she sat close to him again, it would be obvious. She […]
Read more "The Café Guy"“What time is it?” Norah asked Ethan. “Eleven,” he answered. It’s late, Norah thought. “I’m going to go, I think,” he said. “Yeah, me too,” Norah said. “Would it be rude of me to ask you to walk me home?” “Not at all,” Ethan replied. “I’ll get my purse.” Norah walked around the corner to […]
Read more "The Walk Home"Carol held her hand up to her chin and looked at Norah sternly. Her arms were crossed against her chest, her legs equally clamped as her little round body became sharp with disdain. “Yeah, you’re going to have to tell me less.” Norah slumped, turned to her wine and took a sip, attempting to hide […]
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