The Last Lap
I'm twenty-eight years old and I drive a black Cadillac Escalade for a living.
Amateur fiction writer in Brinnon, Washington, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. Expect Sci-Fi & Fantasy and NonHuman with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the competition. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. 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'm twenty-eight years old and I drive a black Cadillac Escalade for a living.
The ghost ferry on the I-5 overpass passed me going the other way, and it didn't even honk.
The dust-sled didn't like the heat, and honestly, neither did I.