Bitter Loaf
I got to the market at five in the morning, which is the kind of hour that makes you question every decision that got you there.
30s off-hours fiction writer who likes dialogue and slow tension based in UK. Most of my posts live in Group Sex and Exhibitionist & Voyeur. I have a soft spot for the arrangement, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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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I got to the market at five in the morning, which is the kind of hour that makes you question every decision that got you there.
I turned forty-four in March and around the same time I started to notice that people looked through me.
"You're late," I said, not looking up from the clipboard.