Fiction | Short Story

The Red Stained Carpet

Part One: In Transit Slumping onto the bus shelter bench, Alec set his book down and sighed. Reading for long periods often gave him headaches, but now he had no choice but to accept them as formality. He zipped up his coat, slid the book back into his bag, and stared blankly past the other […]

“Oh, I used to love that about you.”

“I’m going to New York.”