Martha Conway, 12 Bliss Street (2003) 248 pp.
Nicola is having a really bad day. She’s tired of her life; she’s tired
of her job, her boss, and even her San Francisco apartment, which she’s
being evicted from anyway. Her only excitement is fueled by fantasy about
the expensive lingerie she wears under her business suits and about someone
she sees at lunch every day, a darkly handsome man she calls Chorizo, after
the kind of pizza he orders. But Nicola’s life takes a sudden turn towards
more excitement than she bargained for. First, she is kidnapped after kickboxing
class by two inept teenagers who turn out to somewhat more than garden-variety
ransom kidnappers. Then her innocent flirtation with Chorizo turns sinister.
Suddenly Nicola’s problem is no longer how to survive her boredom but how
to survive, period.