The Filter Game
Kimberly got the call at four in the afternoon on a Tuesday, standing in the back of the bar she worked at with a crate of limes on the…
30s night-owl hobbyist who writes for fun based in Easky, Ireland. Most of my posts live in Exhibitionist & Voyeur. I have a soft spot for reunion, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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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Kimberly got the call at four in the afternoon on a Tuesday, standing in the back of the bar she worked at with a crate of limes on the…
Desiree closed the shop at six and stayed till eight anyway.
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The box said KITCHEN in Ralph's blocky handwriting, which somehow made it heavier, or that was what Janna told herself when she got it up…