At Night

by Nathan Tyree

It isn't physical contact that she longs for. It isn't sex either. She doesn't have a word for what it is that she needs, but sex is how she gets it. Every time, in some bar choking on smoke she lets herself be chosen by a man; any man. When it's over she allows him to brush her off and force her to the door. Walking home she tells herself that there is something cosmopolitan about this.


Nathan Tyree's work has appeared (or is forthcoming) in Flesh and Blood, Doorknobs and Body Paint, The Flash, Bare Bone, Dogmatika, Wretched and Violent, and The Empty Page: Stories Inspired by the Songs of Sonic Youth. He's also the author of Mr. Agitprop, and helps edit Magazine of the Dead.

1 comment:

Madame Goodrich said...

Are you sure it isn't there were too many cosmopolitan's behind this?

Joking aside, this is a sad but honest glimpse of too many women. Nice work Nathan.