Oblivious Stories

Jordan closed the door behind him and and slumped against it. It was Friday night, he was pleasantly buzzed, and he'd spent a genuinely enjoyable evening with good friends and more than a few pretty girls. He should be happy. But all he felt was frustrated. Connor didn't look up from his laptop, but shifted to make room for Jordan on the threadbare, puke-green couch. "Strike out again? There's leftover pizza, if you want...

Chapter 01: Hey sis, how are you? Seated on a plush, slightly worn sofa, Lisa cradled her phone in her hand, her fingers trembling with a mix of apprehension and hope. Her face bore the marks of life's experiences, etched lines of joy and concern around her eyes. She took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the call she was about to make. With a gentle press of her thumb, she dialed a number she knew by heart, a number...