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…
The stairs
Jerry ran. The platform swayed and moved in impossible, incomprehensible ways around the oblivious commuters. The stairs no closer after each stride than they…
A pleasure
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…
The train
“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…
inverted bashō
Matthew Kinkade, I love you. And every morning I see you, eyes still blearily gleaming in the morning light, I feel my love grow. This morning as the sun was…
The commute
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…