The Night Baker's Rehearsal
I want to tell you I walked into that tea house with dignity.
Amateur fiction writer in England, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and ginger beer and espresso. Expect Humor & Satire and Letters & Transcripts with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and workplace. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. 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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I want to tell you I walked into that tea house with dignity.
I'm twenty-eight years old, I have a doctorate in anthropology, and last Saturday I spent seven hours hiding behind a lifeboat on a ferry…
You can tell a lot about a man's life by what he's hosing down on a Tuesday.