I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. Little did I know how quickly something that seemed so insignificant would change everything. I laughed to myself, thought bullshit, and left the paper on the seat of the train as I left. It wasn’t even on...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work.  My last day working ever, actually. the head line stands out like a fish in the middle of a desert.

casualties confirmed: 159 left dead. by what?...read more

  I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. They supposedly had finally gone and done it. I thought to myself as I flipped through the pages to continue the story. The headline was bold as bold could be and still with the words standing there in Helvetica...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. An intriguing article in the "Death Quarterly" newspaper about the demise of one of the most important men of our time, Charlie Thatcher. A man just as much hated as he was loved. A man who had everything he wanted in the world...read more

     I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. The story was about a young girl. I knew it was the same girl because the paper said that she was abducted on Friendship Heights NW. That’s where I lived at the time. I also knew it was the same girl...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. It was one of those moments that, in the cartoons, I would have had occasion for steam to pour out my ears and my hat to fly off my suddenly overheated head (from, I assume, a build up of pressure from the heat). In a cartoon,...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. She said this to me in the morning, avoiding eye contact.

“What do you mean?” I said, incredulous. “In the newspaper? Are you...read more

                I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work.  The headline read “Lightning and Thunder Hits Best-seller List: Unknown Author Has Overcome the...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. Well, I wasn't really reading the paper...I was looking at it, in an attempt not to engage a bedraggled homeless man who was asking people for change. A woman seated to my left made the mistake of meeting his eyes, and I smiled to...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work.

Mystery Man Saves Ten in Fire.  The paper heading screamed at me from the top of the page, demanding my attention.  I couldn’t seem to look away.  Could it possibly be him?  It had been so...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. I don’t know why it caught my eye. I guess it was the heading “Newspapers Are Dying”. It was an article about the demise of newspapers in a world dominated by the internet, television, and technology. It was a...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. Until that moment, I had believed that I’d gotten away with it completely, that nobody other than me even realized that it had taken place. With the knowledge that this was no longer true, my entire sense of security...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work.  A sample sale for my favorite handbag designer, Dovebags, was being held in the city!  This very rarely happened, and I assumed the current economic recession was hitting luxury brand designers hard enough for them to...read more

"I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work." The frantic man muttered as his fiancee opened the door to greet him. Still clasping the somewhat battered flowers, he slid down the doorjamb and collapsed to the tiled entryway floor.

"James,...read more

            I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. If I had it to do over again, I never would have even glanced at the paper lying in the seat beside me that morning. When I picked up the abandoned Celebrations...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. Well, back in New York we would call it the subway, but here in San Francisco it’s BART, which is a deceitful acronym for the Bay Area Rapid Transit, a lie in name because these trains never get you precisely where you need...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. You are getting married. My fingertips lose the feeling of the pages they hold up and the blood drains from my limbs, my face, all drawing back into my gut. A tingle circulates through my body that pricks at every nerve ending...read more

I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. I read about it when I woke up, during my lunch break, and before I went to bed. I read about it constantly, obsessively, and neurotically. I just could not get it out of my head. She noticed...read more