The Indigo Wait
I hadn't been back to Lembeke in twenty-six years.
Logic of Willow
Amateur fiction writer in Sheki, Azerbaijan, keeping company with a rescue dog and two cats and dry gin and tonic on weekends. I mostly write in Romance, especially stories built around comedy of errors and people who work as saleses or similar real-world trades. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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 Logic of Willow
Stairwell Beat
I was up on the roof of the old broadcast building with the sun cooking the back of my neck, welding a bracket onto the satellite dish…
The Mussel Bed Waltz
I'd been auctioning things for twenty-seven years, and I can tell you that every room has a sound to it, a kind of hum you learn to read…
The Night Bus Arrangement
I was thirty-four, and I was proud of my life.
Fake Husband, Real Feelings
I moved to Silver Pass three years ago.
The Bride's Father's Wife
My name is Lara.
The Last Batch
The fair was dying down by four.
The Renovation Pitch
I've been selling building supplies for six years, and in that time I've learned that most bids are won by somebody who's willing to be…