Maybe she wasn’t a writer at all but rather a dreamer.

Maybe she wasn’t a writer at all but rather a dreamer, a wannabe, a fantasist. Also, she didn’t like her boyfriend.

FRANNY OF AVENUE A BY JENNIFER ANNE MOSES 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 112

Franny would write short stories and give them to her psychoanalyst. His office was all the way uptown, at 88th Street and Madison Avenue, and she had to get up at six…