The Baker and the Knapper
I still don't know exactly why I said yes to this.
The Ochre Transit
Amateur fiction writer in Canada, keeping company with a tortoiseshell cat who walks across the keyboard and a crisp Riesling in the summer. Most of my posts live in Anal. I have a soft spot for the competition, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Ochre Transit
seven days of almost
I was twenty-eight when I flew to Tempe, and Elijah was thirty-one.
Papercut Spite
I want to start with the memo, because the memo is the whole reason for what happened on the nineteenth floor of Blaine & Rodgers on a…
Slide Lesson
Three months ago I was still living near the coast, teaching swim lessons at the Y in Cannon Beach, smelling like chlorine six days a week.
The Late Return
I turn twenty-five on Sunday and I've been weird about it for weeks.