Washington Square Novels & Stories

Amber's POV The address on the back of Wolfe's card led me to a building in the Financial District that had no signage. Not unusual in Manhattan. Plenty of serious money operated behind unmarked doors. But this building had a particular quality of invisibility that felt intentional rather than incidental. Twelve stories of dark glass and clean lines, wedged between two older limestone buildings on a narrow street that most GPS systems routed around rather than through. I sat in the back of a cab for thirty seconds after it stopped, looking at the entrance.

After hours of driving, Conrad finally arrives in New York. “Welcome to New York” by Taylor Swift, starts to play as he drives through Brooklyn Bridge. He drives past Times Square and was overwhelmed after seeing the place full of people. He also expected that it would be full of billboards but he still got amazed by it.

Eager to immerse herself in the fast-paced business environment of the Big Apple, Luna eagerly accepted the invitation and embarked on her journey to the city that never sleeps. Upon her arrival, Luna was immediately captivated by the iconic skyline of New York City. The towering skyscrapers, such as the Empire State Building and One World Trade Center, symbolized the city's ambition and drive. The streets were alive with a constant flurry of activity, as people from all walks of life hurriedly went about their day.

“So… How is it there?“ “Fuckin awesome! This is such a bustling city. You should come here.” “Great. Where have you gone so far?” I ask, while taking out some clothes to wear. “Times Square. Now we are going to walk the High Line.” “High Line? What’s that?“ I ask absentmindedly as I try on dresses. I want to look my best today. “It’s a public park on an abandoned train track.” “Thats interesting.” I smile as I decide to put on a wrap on a summer dress with low cleavage. I want to look my best today.

"Arthur, that sounds like the perfect way to spend the evening!" We went to Brooklyn Bridge Park. “I’ve never been here,” I said. “You’ll love it.” Arthur carried the blanket and the picnic basket in one hand and held me close with the other. We found a nice patch of grass by the railing and the water. “You can see a good section of downtown and midtown Manhattan from here,” Arthur said, pointing. “You can see the new One World Trade Center - One World Observatory, the Chrysler building, the Citibank building, and of course…" he paused, humor in his voice, "The AmeriCapital building."

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What was the point of me? "Don't just let that stupid doctor's words affect your mood." He resumed the muttering and vicious swearing at Doctor Sue, who in this case was very much innocent…I slumped into the car seat and kept to myself the rest of the drive home because I did not enjoy talking to him when he was in a bad swearing mood. A few minutes later… We got home in Hudson Square, a vibrant neighborhood in lower Manhattan, known for its mix of historic buildings and modern architecture. Richard parallel-parked the SUV in front of our home.

Rosa says. Thursday night, late, they are on the apartment rooftop — a small shared space above the Georgetown building, two chairs and a view of the D.C. skyline with the Washington Monument (the 555-foot obelisk on the National Mall, the tallest structure in Washington D.C., built to honor George Washington — the law preventing any building in D.C. from exceeding its height gives the city its famously low, wide skyline) visible above the rooftops, the August heat finally breaking at this hour into something almost cool. "I don't want you to go," Ethan says. Simply. No management.

I suddenly don't want to go to that stupid proposal anymore. Oh, God! What is wrong with me? "I would love to meet them all," I replied flatly. "So you could brag about all the horrors you endured since childhood because of me?" Jason smirked looking at me. "Oh, how well do you know me. I'm touched." I told him placing my palm on my heart. We reached Times Square, Jason parked his car and started walking God knows where. The first thing I noticed was the skyscrapers which made me feel so tiny. I tried to follow him while looking at all the people rushing along the street. Heads lining up to buy Broadway show tickets.

I’m still hungry when I step onto the R and rumble uptown to Union Square. The dharma center looks like any other brick and glass building in the Flatiron District and I almost walk past it, scanning West 14th for numbers. I guess I’m looking for something exotic on the outside, but if not for the name etched above an interwoven diamond-shaped knot on the green glass door it could just as easily be the offices of some college administrators.