1930s Stories

Dolores Piquet shuffled her feet nervously and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair. She was alone in the waiting room. Or at least she was the only patient if that was the right word. Was she a patient? There was nothing wrong with her. She could have walked out any minute. But she didn’t. She had to know more. The bored-looking receptionist looked up from her typewriter. “He won’t be long now,” she sai...

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except this horny guy’s lips noisily kissing its way up my neck! Oh, and that mouse scurrying about, warmed by the fireplace, waiting to get its grubby little hands on the Chinese food leftovers we left on the table. I was sitting on Henry’s torn sofa, drinking cheap champagne from a glass he had hastily washed. He had successfully go...

On a cold Saturday in February, 1975, Michelle Hanley and Judith Weinberg went to see Bonnie and Clyde at a revival house, the Cinema Village on 12th Street. The two were sophomores at the City College of New York. When they came out, they decided to walk a few blocks to a bar.Judy said, “How about the Cedar Tavern? It’s just a couple of blocks from here.”“No, let’s go to Googie’s today. It’s a little more cozy, I think.”...