Jennifer Adams

The notice was small, a half-sheet of paper tucked, unauthorized, into the frame of the subway map. “Mrs. Taylor and she says DON’T GIVE UP.” Elizabeth leaned closer, oblivious to the discomfort she was ...

Jane Does

On the subway, someone’s phone begins to ring, or they are watching something on a tiny screen, and a strain of violin music wafts across the seat back and up into my ear. This music, alone, fits; it has a narrative author...

Jennifer Adams

Matt was a blind date, the only one I ever went on. He was an acquaintance of a girl who had the locker next to mine senior year. She thought I’d like him because he was an artist and was sort of in a band. He played bass....