Untitled Novel - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Untitled Novel - Chapter 1

Nora

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Nora whined under her breath as she looked down to check the time on her phone. It was nearly 8:45 am and her subway train had been stuck, unmoving for almost twenty minutes now. She had a staff meeting at 9:15 and hadn’t even made it into Manhattan yet. She would surely be late… again.

Nora mustn’t have been as quiet as she’d hoped because the old woman sitting next to her turned to face her. “Sorry,” Nora whispered sheepishly.

The woman was small and frail. She couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. She peered up at Nora over thick-rimmed green glasses, seemingly unbothered by Nora’s curse.

“Apparently there’s been some kind of emergency on the bridge,” the woman said through a heavy Brooklyn accent. “So we might be here for a while still. My son just texted. Traffic’s backed up all the way back to Clinton Hill! He’s trying to drop off my grandkids at school, but he hasn’t moved for almost thirty minutes!”

The old woman launched into a story about how her grandson, Jayden, was so excited to go to school today because he had a family tree project that he got to present to his fourth-grade class. She had helped him with it, going back five whole generations. All the way back to when the family was still living in Italy.

Nora listened politely as the woman went on. She wasn’t exactly interested in the story, but the woman was sweet, and it was a nice way to pass the time. The woman radiated pride as she ...

... spoke about her family and it reminded Nora of her own grandmother, and namesake, Eleanora. She hadn’t spoken to her in a while. She would have to remember to give her a call soon.

After a few more tales of birthday parties and soccer games, the train finally started to move again. Albeit, slowly, but it was moving! The woman threw her hands up in a celebratory gesture before saying, “Oh, here we go! I’d better call my son to see if he’s moving too!”

Nora smiled as the woman dialed her son’s number, giving Nora a silent thumbs up to confirm that traffic above ground was indeed moving again. Nora shot her a cheery smile as she dropped her phone back in her bag and pulled out the small notebook she always kept with her. She tuned out the woman’s phone conversation next to her as she began jotting down a few song lyrics that had been dancing around in her head all morning. If she didn’t get her ideas down on paper immediately, they would fly right out of her brain just as quickly as they flew in. She had filled countless pages over the years of short stories, poems, songs, and the occasional drawing. It was the only way to capture and control the constant flow of ideas in her mind.

Before she knew it, twenty-five minutes on the cramped train had flown by and they finally made it to her stop. Nora gathered her bag and hauled herself to her feet, wishing the old woman a good day and making a beeline for the doors, hauling herself up the stairs to the city above. She had five ...