The Cartographer's Mistake
I want to start this by saying I'm twenty-nine years old and I should know better.
Amateur fiction writer in Skykomish, Washington, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and craft stout and Islay scotch. I mostly write in Loving Wives and Exhibitionist & Voyeur, especially stories built around mistaken identity and people who work as drivers or similar real-world trades. 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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I want to start this by saying I'm twenty-nine years old and I should know better.
The red-eye into Portland landed at 6:12 in the morning.
I've been a wedding DJ for twenty-six years, twenty-three of them married to Siobhan, and in all that time I've learned one thing about…
*This is a warm, nostalgic little story about two friends who find a moment of fun without messing up their real lives.