Delightfully funny, sometimes sinful, occasionally mournful--this collection of flash fiction stories tells the stories of folks at various crossroads whose lives intermingle in brief, transitory moments intersecting at times--and on that rare occasion add up to something momentous.
Everyone comes back to my place after the bar. Most of them have passed out and I decide, now, with the proper amount of liquid courage in me, that it's time to tell Peter how I feel. We've been friends ever since Mark Bennet's seventh grade boy-girl birthday party. I know he has a girlfriend. I know it's impossible for anything to happen. I'm not even sure I want anything to happen because I like that feeling I get in my stomach when I see him. "I need air, wanna go for a walk?" I whisper to him. "Yeah." I put my scarf on and we take off down the sidewalk toward Dame Street.