• Short Stories

    An Hour In Williamsburg

    I decided to try my hand at writing a short story inspired by a song that seemed to get me “in my feels” – Easy by Tayla Parx. No, I wasn’t unpacking a breakup at the time I was writing the story, but the songwriter was, and her lyrics resonated with me.  Here’s the story that came out of the song… The Uber pulled up to Darren’s apartment building a little bit before 11 p.m. I thanked the driver, stepped out and adjusted my leather jacket one last time before turning to Zac for support. “How do I look?” I asked, my nervous energy palpable through the crisp Fall air. “Like you are single and ready to mingle, boo.” Zac put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and then turned to look in the car window one last time. He had to ensure that his hair was just high enough for him to be noticed from every corner of the room once we…