She looked over at me and smiled.
A NIGHT ON THE COPY DESK BY STEVEN McBREARTY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106
Jenna Bright came flouncing into the newsroom, making a splashy entrance in white short shorts and clog-style shoes, plopping down her laptop and writing materials on the copy desk next to me. She was a kind of femme fatale of the newsroom, a brunette bombshell who understood exactly what effect her presence had on the young men. She looked over at me and smiled.
I never told you what to do, what you ought to do.
SAD PR BY DENNIS MYERS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106
So you waited this long and you’re gonna take a train, not the plane?
It was safer to stay quiet.
YESTERDAY BY NANCY GILBERT 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106
My father turned off the tape recorder and my mother said, “Play that part again.”
Your father never gave you swings.
PLAYGROUND BY LINDSAY SMITH 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106
You’re like your father. You’ll get more and more like him as you grow older.
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106
A NIGHT ON THE COPY DESK BY STEVEN McBREARTY, YESTERDAY BY NANCY GILBERT, SAD PR BY DENNIS MYERS, TWO SHOTS RANG OUT BY INDIGO MAGAÑA, PLAYGROUND BY LINDSAY SMITH.