The Last Ferry
The rain had been coming down sideways all evening, the kind of rain that made Port Blaine feel like the last town on earth, and Eliza was…
The Maple Whisper
Writing from New England, usually late at night with a crisp Riesling in the summer. Most of my posts live in Interracial Love. 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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The Off-Season Claim
Shelby Benson was fifty-two years old and she had never once lost an argument with a roof.