Last Call at the Rodeo
Heath backed the stock trailer through the chute gate at a quarter past ten and killed the engine for the last time that season.
The Ginger Avenue
Longtime reader from Texas, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is plain and direct. Expect Mature and Interracial Love with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the vacation fling with a twist at the end. 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 The Ginger Avenue
The Oil Lamp Confession
Hilary heard the press before she saw it, the way she always did, the big Heidelberg humming through the floor of the press room like a…
The Roast of the Century
Peg was fifty-two years old and she had been roasting coffee for the better part of twenty years, so she found it ridiculous, standing in…
The Night Shift Secret
Francis was flat on the creeper under the white Freightliner with half the drivetrain dropped and a knuckle scraped raw, when the office…