Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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Tag Archives: New York City
We talked about goals today in therapy. “But how do you know which is the right path to take to reach your goals?” I asked my therapist towards the end of the session. The therapist looked at his watch, indicating … Continue reading
The statues stood silent, dusty and broken in a lonely storage room. “I told you this was the wrong place,” she said. “Robert’s gallery is on the fourth floor.” I never liked Robert Altbrook, her pretentious artist friend, the type … Continue reading
It’s common knowledge in the Bronx that you don’t remain friends with your ex, but Xavier ached to prove the others wrong. His ideas always ran contrary to common wisdom. During his childhood, he prided himself on doing the opposite … Continue reading
It was a hot summer day, when lazy minds drift off into the humidity. A family sat on the bench, waiting for the bus, after a morning of shopping at the Chinese supermarket. “How come Jen won’t let me play … Continue reading
Like many children growing up in the 1960s, Ben learned his life skills by watching Sesame Street. By kindergarten, Ben could recite the alphabet and count to ten. The moral philosophy of the PBS became Ben’s guiding principle of life … Continue reading
In her old life, Michelle used to walk past Cynthia, the mousy neighbor in apartment 3D, never uttering a word. Michelle had nothing in common with this shy librarian. But six months after her accident, Michelle’s friends stopped calling, as … Continue reading
The following flash fiction was inspired by the people of New York, and the street photography that captures the diversity and excitement of the city. The story, names, and situations are all 100% fictional. Photo and story by Neil Kramer. … Continue reading
Mahmood never turned his back towards Love. His intention was to send for Husna when he felt settled in his adopted city. It was Husna who betrayed him, marrying the next available suitor, a young teacher in Rawalpindi. … Continue reading
“Do you want to get married today?” he texted her. “But we only know each other for two weeks!” she answered. “Yes or no?” he typed. She responded with a smile face. It was her 37th birthday.