Smoke and Salt
The call came down at eleven at night, and it was not even my problem.
Writing from UK, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. My wheelhouse is Interracial Love, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. 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 call came down at eleven at night, and it was not even my problem.
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