Limousine
Jerry held the railing at the top of the stairs, doubled over and gasping for breath. After several minutes, he stood up and looked about. The city was…
8 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Jerry held the railing at the top of the stairs, doubled over and gasping for breath. After several minutes, he stood up and looked about. The city was…
Jerry ran. The platform swayed and moved in impossible, incomprehensible ways around the oblivious commuters. The stairs no closer after each stride than they…
On April 4, Adam Shaw trotted lightly down the four steps off his porch and turned left, walking towards the corner of 44th and Quartet streets. At the corner…
The bank is large and ostentatious: marble facades and room for ten tellers, though only four are occupied this afternoon. There will be a robbery here…
Jerry let his left foot slide back into the carriage, placing all his weight on his right. He considered his options. He wished he had some. Reluctantly, he…
“Gareth,” he said. “You were wondering if you knew my name. You didn’t. It’s Gareth.” Jerry had been wondering, but had said nothing. He felt rather than saw…
The bank is large and ostentatious: marble facades and room for ten tellers, though only three are occupied this afternoon. I’m pretending to fill out a…
Jerry dashed headlong down the steps, across the platform. He might have fallen onto the tracks, were it not for the train. He might have rushed onto the…