The Time-Slip Waitress
The clock above the pie case says 11:47.
Amateur fiction writer in New England, keeping company with two Labradors who think they own the couch and a single malt scotch on rainy evenings. Expect NonHuman, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, and Erotic Horror with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the long-distance pair finally in the same room. 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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The clock above the pie case says 11:47.
*This one's for the people who've ever been the weird one in the room and who know that real danger can feel safer than another polite…