100-word Story   She worked the corner of 44 th  and 12 th so long that it was now “Titty’s corner”. Everyone knew that. Titty was a man-eater, with a stable of clients who appreciated her... endowments. It was a slow night, and she needed a John. Her girls needed to eat. Finally, a worm jumped on her hook. They went to her spot and got right down to business. His hand went right for her tits, feeling her up over her bra. As his hand slid under Titty’s bra, a set of teeth ch

I finished a new short story, On a Bench in Union Square Park. It's a meditation on grief, loss, and regret. This is my second short story of 2026, and more are on the way! I've missed writing short pieces. I hope to have six solid shorts written by the end of the year. Here's a snippet: "I don’t remember whose idea it was to meet at the bench — mine, my mother’s, or my therapist Tonya’s. I suppose it does not matter whose idea it was, not really. It had been a good one, sure

100-word Story   My body lies broken. Shattered into pieces. I don’t know which bones have snapped, but I’m guessing from the pain shooting through my body, it’s more than a couple. I shouldn’t have trusted you. Something in my gut told me not to get in the car, but I did anyway. It was snowing and I needed the ride. Home was only one mile from where you picked me up. Now, my body lies thirty-seven miles from home in a ditch. It’s dark outside and getting darker. I pray someo