Map of Us
I was on my knees in the fire hall kitchen, scrubbing the floor under the stove, when Vincent started his drill in the main bay.
Moss Harbor
Longtime reader from New York, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is casual and chatty. Most of my posts live in Mature, Romance, and First Time. I have a soft spot for wrong place, right time, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. 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 Moss Harbor
The Farmer Takes Her
The county fair came around every July like a bill you forgot you owed, and every year I swore I'd skip it, and every year I went anyway.
Late Summer Rooftop
The Bradford Hotel was the kind of place that advertised air conditioning and then delivered a suggestion of it.
Oil and Early Light
*This story came from a desire to write something tender and slow, set in a world of grease and hay where love finds its own quiet rhythm.
Through These Walls
I came through the apartment door with both hands full of groceries and my elbow trying to work the deadbolt behind me, which is a skill I…