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A Small Price to Pay
by V.K. Scott 02/12/2003Neighborhood: Astoria, Queens
It was a big mistake inviting her, a big mistake. She wasn’t worth all the fuss I’d made. I hadn’t seen her in a year and time is rarely kind; she was only twenty- eight but it seemed she’d already been launched into her prime and was now backsliding into the uncomfortable stages of bad [...]
I Found a Man in Central Park
by Fiona Capuano 02/03/2003Neighborhood: Central Park
I found a man in Central park. I’d been running around the reservoir on a weekend and needed to get home and shower. I wiped my T-shirt on my face, and bent down to tie a lace, and I heard a man telling a joke. I heard him telling the back-story about how this certain [...]
Kansas City Justin
by A. Leigh 01/28/2003Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Williamsburg
I’ve been dating a Mid-western man for the past two months. Well, it’s actually been one month that I’ve been dating him, and one month that he’s been away in Florida “visiting his mother.” This man happens to be the oldest I have ever dated–41–ten years my senior. Perfect, I thought. Older, more mature, has [...]
The Scream
by Elizabeth Frankenberger 01/03/2003Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Park Slope
It had been a shitty summer. I left a miserable job for another, better one that paid me a lot less. To save money I moved from a one-bedroom apartment to a studio across the hall. The dead bolt on my new door was tricky, and so it slammed on my hand one day, leaving [...]
Turpentine Encounter
by E. Franke 01/03/2003Neighborhood: Lower East Side
He is a pop artist of modest fame. I know he once designed a Barneys window display, and I think he paints murals for Unicef. Beyond that, I know very little about him. Aside from what he looks like naked. It began innocently enough: I was stumbling home in an uncomfortable pair of shoes when [...]
Altered States
by Susan Connell-Mettauer 12/14/2002Neighborhood: East Village
When I first met Lance I was in an altered state. I was sixteen, back in 1963, when you could still buy a Benadryl inhaler, break it open and find a cotton wedge soaked with amphetamine. I’m not sure who first noticed this, but it might have been Jack Kerouac. I hope not, but it [...]
Moose Calls in Brooklyn
by Fran Giuffre 12/13/2002Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Park Slope
When my husband Ted and I bought the parlor floor apartment in a 4-family co-op in Brooklyn, we developed an amicable relationship with Sharon, who lived with her cat in the basement apartment below us. We watched as she transformed herself from a 300 lb., caftan-wearing woman, to half that size in a matter of [...]
Detachment and the Yoga Teacher
by Annie Bruno 12/02/2002Neighborhood: All Over, Multiple
First of all, and please note that this preventive axiom applies to many long and painful life detours, never take a job that you hate, particularly when it happens to be with a large company where people refer to working in their offices until 11:00 p.m. as “staying late” and recount it—“I could just relax. [...]
Missed Connections
by Ashley Shelby 08/01/2002Neighborhood: All Over, Manhattan
I step onto the 1 downtown train at 116th street every day and usually stand all the way down to Houston Street, where I get off for work. Sometimes I am able to balance and read a book as I hold on to a greasy pole. Other times, I am not so lucky; at five [...]
Urgent and Confidential in the David Letterman Building
by David Thomson 07/11/2002Neighborhood: Midtown
Through four years of college Louise Holmes was always in my dreams and always out of my reach. So you might imagine the huge surge of adrenaline when one Friday afternoon, two years after graduation, I obeyed the DON’T WALK sign at 53nd and Broadway, looked to my left and discovered she was standing next [...]
All About Eve’s Garden
by Abigail Frankfurt 07/11/2002Neighborhood: Midtown
The doorman doesn’t ask , but he knows where we are going. The guy at the front desk seems wise to what floor two female twentysomethings are headed for. The buildings Super, who shares our elevator, is all too aware of why we pushed button #12 and me and my gal pal snicker in the [...]
Therapy at the Movies
by Kim White 07/02/2002Neighborhood: Uncategorized
It’s a friday night in July. Two women are sitting across from each other on a train bound for the Hamptons. About 30 minutes out of Penn Station, the women who has been doing most of the talking says to her less attractive friend; “I was talking about Sharon’s boyfriend and he said, ‘can I [...]
