The Ferryman's Auction
The auction thing started because I owed Ruth a favor, and Ruth keeps a ledger of favors the way some people keep track of their step count.
Garnet Sonnet
Writing from Virginia, usually late at night with dry gin and tonic on weekends. My wheelhouse is Interracial Love, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is casual and chatty. 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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Stories by Garnet Sonnet
The Sahara Lies
I want to tell you about the biggest lie I ever told, and how it almost cost me the best week of my life.
Her Last Catering Job
I figured out around eleven in the morning that day that it really was my last job.
Nerves and G-Forces
I got to the aviation lab at 11:40 on a Tuesday night because that was the only slot the college had open, and I was already in a mood…
The Last Open Night
The breakup didn't hit me all at once.