Bridge Painter for the Night
So here's how my Tuesday night started: me, a green plastic watering can, and the glass door of the Plumco call center lobby, which I have…
Ash Fiction
Writing from USA, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Expect Humor & Satire with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and comedy of errors. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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The Fairground Flasher
My birthday was coming up, or rather Caren's was, and I was sitting in the back of the ambulance doing nothing for once.