Dear Diary: I was riding my bike in the bike lane on Fourth Avenue in Brooklyn when a construction worker raised a flag at 16th Street. I stopped and waited alongside another cyclist as a large truck backed out of 16th Street. When the coast was clear, the construction worker smiled and lowered his flag. On your marks, he said, Get set. Go! Lisa Goldstein
Dear Diary: It was summer 2020, and my girlfriend and I had taken to meandering through Park Slope after work as a break from a feeling of claustrophobia from being stuck in our small apartment. As we strolled down President Street one evening, we passed an older man sitting on a stoop. He stopped us with an inviting psst. Your story must be connected to New York City and no longer than 300 words. An editor will contact you if your submission is being considered for publication.
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