Annalise (avoids her problems and) is perfectly fine. She has a(n un)fulfilling job (that doesn’t use her degree). She works hard (because she can’t make it more than two weeks without a paycheck), arrives early (because her anxiety wakes her… Continue Reading
One early Monday morning in August, the air was already shimmering when Charlie came into work. He inhaled broiling asphalt and rubber, with a hint of smoke. Blinding rays glinted off rows of windshields. He rolled up his sleeves and… Continue Reading
He painted her a picture. He showed it to her one Tuesday, after she got off work. He had been working on it for a while and finally decided it was finished. He knew he was done with the painting,… Continue Reading
Are you okay?” Katy’s question was pitched so none of their fellow accountants could hear. “There’ve been no literary quotes for days, and you haven’t been correcting my grammar.” She pinned Henry with grey eyes that seemed to see more… Continue Reading
“Learn to do something with those fat fingers, Marcia,” my mother urged. “Go to business school. Learn typing. Accounting.” My older sister, Laura, had studied piano. Impromptu recitals for family and friends the norm. “Such a talent, your sister Laura.”… Continue Reading
I hate meetings, I do. The meetings to which I am invited involve sitting around looking at charts while technicians and engineers shout numbers at one another. It sounds like an auction house for the clinically insane. “What’s the differential?”… Continue Reading
I’m going to tell on her. Like the time we were in third grade and I saw her snatch someone’s mechanical pencil and slide it into her pocket, the ones where you can twist an eraser up the back. But… Continue Reading
Ask any staff member of the Creative Street Ad Agency and they’ll gladly regale you with the legend of Tim Mulligan. An accomplished ad man, Tim exuded true passion for his role, his company, and its people. He was touted… Continue Reading
Some people just get on your nerves. Like the new guy Rawlings, who moved into the cubicle next to me. He’d transferred in from the San Diego office the other day, ostensibly to help us get the Fairview project plan… Continue Reading
Lena is twenty-seven and vital. She carries her blond baby against her hip and walks, chin straight and heel first, through the constellation of grey office cubicles. A stain of drool spreads on her shoulder as a small baby hand… Continue Reading