VLADBy David Varno
I met Vlad through a moving job I took at the beginning of my last summer in Brooklyn. I took the job because I was bored, heartbroken, and broke.
OLD MANBy Nancy Lynn Weber
Before I can turn off the ignition, Steve appears in my window. He wears a green ski jacket, blue plaid flannel pajama bottoms, and tan suede shearling slippers. Steve needs a shave. I am ready to tell him that as I lower the window.