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On West End Ave; a cold snowy Monday in early March–fiction

March 3, 2009 By pia

Ms. Maya Hunt was sitting at her computer watching her rapidly dwindling portfolio. She thought she had $600 every day this year in unrealized (not sold) losses. One 07 statement she had to give her accountant showed 200K in (sold, stock or money market fund never to be seen by her again) realized losses. When times get tough…She poured a triple Absolut and thought she should really invest in liquor companies.

Just as she finished pouring the phone rang. Her cousin Madison didn’t even say hello but began screaming about AIG and Warren Buffet. Madison was walking down West End Avenue and couldn’t care less who heard. She hung up and realized Maya hadn’t said a word. Not even “how are you?” Ill mannered her mother had always called that branch of her family.

Madison saw her pot dealer Frankie who kissed her and began talking about how his brother was walking away from a 300K condo loft deposit. When Frankie and Madison parted ways at 97th Street, Frankie saw his clfriend (client friend) Henry. Damn if Henry wasn’t screaming to himself. Nah, he had a bluetooth on.

Henry, an intellectual property lawyer, was on the phone with his clfriend, Neil, who had just had the last of his margin called. He didn’t know how he was going to tell his wife. Henry tried to sound encouraging as he tried even harder to get off the phone so he could buy some weed from Frankie.

Neil bought a bunch of tulips from a Korean grocery and almost fell on the slushy icing up snow, and walked up the 12 flights of stairs. By the time he arrived in the apartment he thought of something to tell his wife but Maya was sprawled on the couch face down, a drink knocked over and an unlit joint in her hand.

Filed Under: Fiction, New York Stories, upper west side Tagged With: 09 economy, Fiction, Letters to my father, New York Stories, stock market, upper west side new york

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Comments

  1. EsotericWombat says

    March 3, 2009 at 1:02 pm

    Damn if Henry wasn’t screaming to himself. Nah, he had a bluetooth on.

    Love this line

    Even the liquor industry is feeling the pinch nowadays. And that NEVER happens. Booze was supposed to be recession proof, but sales are down nine percent

    I wonder how many people who went to the polls in November for either candidate knew how much would be riding on him

  2. Bone says

    March 3, 2009 at 1:34 pm

    She poured a triple Absolut and thought she should really invest in liquor companies.

    That’s brilliant. Something tells me alcohol consumption is skyrocketing right about now.

  3. Baker says

    March 3, 2009 at 6:52 pm

    Hey I like the layout of your blogs!

  4. cooper says

    March 4, 2009 at 12:47 am

    This certainly makes the humorless circumstance we face – Henry faced – quite humorous. Making tragedy into this is quite a gift. 😉

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