Washington Square Novels & Stories

After driving for twenty minutes, Jenny had no idea where she was going. She walked south along Broadway, past 42nd Street, past the remnants of Times Square. In the afternoon, without the neon lights, Times Square was nothing more than a collection of dull billboards and crowded pedestrians. Her car was stuck between two buses. The exhaust from the vehicle in front rushed towards her through the slightly open window, causing her to cough twice.