Impulsive Stories

The platform thrummed with restless energy as the train screeched to a halt. Bodies jostled for space, the air heavy with fatigue and stale sweat. Snippets of conversations mingled with the faint strum of a guitar echoing through the tunnel. Commuters shuffled into the cars—office workers with loosened ties, bleary-eyed students, street performers clutching their last hopes for a meal. I was just another face in the crowd...

‘Ah, I love this song,’ I turn up the volume and step out of my summer dress, belting out the lyrics along Bruce Springsteen’s epic 'Dancing in the dark.' Liberated in my undressed state, I channel the dance moves from the original music video. Enacting my own live show. When I see my reflection in the mirror, my shoulders and hips sway as I move towards it. Snapping my fingers to the beat. In front mirror, it evolves int...

Sarah was in her late twenties and I was a good few years older than she. She was about five and a half feet tall with curly red hair. She had blue eyes and a nice pair of boobs.She had come to work for the same company as I a couple of months ago, as our Human Resources Manager.She had a university education and spoke with a cultured accent.Sarah was always smartly dressed, usually in a blouse and skirt, but sometimes sh...