Boots on the Line
The match happened on a Tuesday, I remember that much because Tuesdays are the night I teach beginners and the app never got any action…
60s off-hours fiction writer who likes dialogue and slow tension based in Florida. Expect Erotic Couplings with grown-up characters (60s), specific places, and the anniversary surprise that goes sideways. 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 match happened on a Tuesday, I remember that much because Tuesdays are the night I teach beginners and the app never got any action…
The email said the hackathon was at a piano restoration shop, which I figured was some kind of joke until I looked it up.
The dock at the Sacramento convention center is not built for a seventy-three footer, but I've backed into worse.
*This one came from the idea of two people who meet each other on the wrong day, for the wrong reason, and find exactly what they need…