A Frayed Wire and a Prayer
Burt Rosenberg parked the Land Rover outside the plaster mill at six forty on a Friday evening and sat in the driver's seat for a full…
Writing from California, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Humor & Satire. I have a soft spot for the favor, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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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Burt Rosenberg parked the Land Rover outside the plaster mill at six forty on a Friday evening and sat in the driver's seat for a full…
Christy was fifty-four years old, and she had learned, somewhere around her fortieth birthday, that the word "favor" was a trap.
*This one started with the image of a retirement party gone sideways because the ex shows up with a clipboard and a grudge.
Nicola had both hands on the wheel and her eyes on the road, which she felt was the bare minimum, and yet Shay still found things to say…