Chronicles of New York is an ever-growing collection of short and sometimes even shorter fiction inspired directly from the everyday sights, sounds, smells, tastes and emotions of the city.
By Maggie Penchalle
I tilt my head back and relax as the cab takes me and my boyfriend down Houston Street to a dinner party at the home of old friends. I look up at the sheet metal sky. Night is just getting started. I’m so lucky, I muse. Some kid...
Greg and Julie’s ironing board with the purple flowery pattern, two of their set of four coordinated Ikea lamps, their plastic white drip coffee maker, their cold air humidifier, their clothes drying rack, two full black trash bags, his bike, and...
“Red, please. Oh wait. What kind of red is it?” asked Hugh, an assistant professor at NYU.
The college kid hired to help with the party paused, suspended by a mix of consternation and belligerence. He didn’t know what kind of red it was. He just...
By Christina Bryza
Jackhammers would have been better—loud noises, he could sleep through. For several mornings now, jackhammers had assaulted his eardrums beginning at six a.m., and he was almost used to them. But the persistent buzz of his cell...
I had been sitting stiff. No, no not stiff, still. I was sitting still on the couch when the doorbell rang. It was just after 11:30, I know because Conan O’Brien had just started. And the noise, the loud ding, it startled me. It made me flinch. Not...
