The Magnetometer Lesson
I got to the shed at sunset, which sounds more romantic than it is.
Prelude of Flint
Longtime reader from USA, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is literate with dry humor. Most of my posts live in Anal. I have a soft spot for the revenge plan that turns into something else, 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 Prelude of Flint
Retirement Rails
I was ringing up a dozen nightcrawlers for a guy in an Alfred Earnhardt hat when the bell over the door went off and she walked in.
Curator's Thesis
I was fifty-one years old, standing at my kitchen sink in Portland on a rainy Thursday in November, rinsing dinner plates, when the words…
Off-Season Delivery
The breakup was six weeks old and I was still doing the math on it.
The Feed Room
I did not plan any of this.