STOP! Don't read this story without going back and reading The Black Market Below Bleecker, a story I posted back in April. Today's entry is a follow-up that takes place in the same reality and features a few callbacks to that original tale. I promise, if you read that one first, you'll enjoy this one a … Continue reading The Memory Merchant of Bleecker Street
Black Market
The Black Market Below Bleecker
Dave Winters considered himself a rational man. He recycled when convenient, tipped exactly 18%, and had strong opinions about people who took the elevator to the second floor. He worked in data analytics, lived alone in a reasonably-priced Greenwich Village apartment (inherited from his grandmother, thank you very much), and had never once entertained the … Continue reading The Black Market Below Bleecker
The Confusing Middle 