George Jacob is a strategic marketing professional based in Greater Philadelphia.
All tagged short story
This platform is old and wooden planks, streaked in yellow paint and sprinkled in piles of salt. We wait. We sniffle. We breathe steam into the dry and jagged morning air.
On a Wednesday, Tom’s shadow called out sick. You see, it had been a dry and clear November, so Tom's shadow hadn't had any time to rest.
The second day of rain in the early summer. Through the apartment windows, Christian hears diesel engine downshifts. Car tire puddle splashes. Squeaky brakes coming to a slow stop. The sounds as the world shuttles itself through a gray, rainy dawn.
