He returned to the apartment while it was still somewhat dark. Morning was just around the corner. The birdsong s scattered the noise into the air, and anxiety into him. An excitement. He wasn't even replaying the sensual scenes back in his mind. Instead he was replaying an idea of...

He didn't work long hours, but he worked odd ones. Always in the dark, in that second story office with the window looking out to one of the roads of the Red Light District. On weekends the drunks and whores would be out. Everyone either waiting for something to happen....

Caricatures of  real estate   moguls liked to shout "location! location!! location!!!" while shaking people's hands and jumping on stage and dancing poorly.

The Wolf didn't spend his days thinking about location. That wasn't his job. He was about reducing surface area. Reducing exposure.

How many people in the world knew who...

What a man fears most when finally entering a good relationship

is its end.



It's hard to blame him.



After countless days sipping meaningless information on the internet

and pointless dinners with other people who resemble them,

they have come to see life as the Netflix home screen.



An offering of something that once thrilled him

but...

Outside a service access backdoor stood Justine holding a cigarette , her upper back leaned against the brick wall. All felt calm, honking and engines floated peacefully, muffled through the large alleyway between the Historic Center and the National Hotel.

The ordinary urban alley had a bad association. With trash inappropriately...

The first thing she did upon arrival was check the fridge. It was indeed stocked. Two dozen eggs , a half gallon Whole MIlk , butter, one plastic container of salad greens, one plastic container of baby spinach, deli sliced smoked hickory turkey, deli sliced yellow cheddar, deli sliced smoked...

Who was that man? He was nothing like PT imagined.

Whenever speaking with him through the wall of  PO Box es, he had not once considered the man to be scary. But  recalling their sudden encounter the night before made him feel chills.

It's not like the man did anything that could...

He had yet to hear back from the dude.

Maybe he was pissed. He would be pissed if it happened to his dog. But still, he'd be understanding. Wouldn't ghost the guy if he dropped a bag full of money on him.

He thought about this. Wanting to be recognized for giving...

When he called, Jasmine knew it was bad news.

She had not responded to him since the night he was over. That strange night. With the blue package. And that awful, unexplainable, humming.

She had said nothing about it and neither did PT. She hoped that it would make it seem less...

That night, she stayed at the  cafe later than she should've. Had she left with the final employee two hours ago then she would probably already be showered and ready for bed. Comfy at home.

Instead she was now leaving into an empty parking lot to the sounds of the summer...