The Corkscrew Bid
Every wedding I've ever been to, I end up feeling like the furniture.
Longtime reader from Chicago, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is matter-of-fact. Expect First Time with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the fake relationship that becomes real. 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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Every wedding I've ever been to, I end up feeling like the furniture.
So there I was, standing on the landing stage at Pier Head at seven o'clock on a Thursday evening, holding a bottle of wine my sister…
Some nights the dispatch desk felt less like a job and more like a chair I rented from the university.
The gallery opening was one of those free wine and cheese things my coworker Pat dragged me to because he hated going alone.
I turned sixty-four in March and my niece threw me a party at the diner, and somewhere between the cake and the toasts I realized I'd been…
The elevator on the fifth floor had been broken since Tuesday, which meant everybody else took the stairs, which meant I got to be the…
I'm Liv Hall, fifty-two years old, and I want it stated up front that I did not plan any of this.
The envelope came on a Tuesday, which should have been my first warning.