The Dangers of Smoking in Bed

by Mariana Enriquez

I had to definitively stop thinking in terms of what was possible and what wasn’t.

He had chosen the last name of a legendary underground New York director he adored, in spite of the fact that he’d never seen a single one of the man’s movies.

Sometimes she even brought a book to the bar, and that attracted some glances, but no one had ever bothered to ask what she was reading.