Yuri rolled down the window, leaned back and closed her eyes. The wind blew into her face and through her hair. She knew things had started to change since she first moved in. And maybe she noticed it when she cussed out the woman on the phone who turned out to be his business associate, or maybe...
The rusted metal felt cold on the back of her thighs, and the persistent wind blew loose strands of her hair directly into the low O’s of smoke she eased from the center of her dry mouth. She could hear the baby crying as her eyes burned. Yet she fought with all she had to keep them open, wonderi...
Lyfe sat in his seat flipping through the pages of the New York Times, wondering if he would be able to stand Manhattan’s winter. “Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself as he placed his steamy Starbucks coffee to his lips and concentrated on an article about investments. A few minutes later he felt a h...