Oyster Days and Off-Season Ways
My mother's family came over from Jamaica in nineteen fifty-something, and I've told that story so many times I could do it in my sleep.
Thread of Tawny
Amateur fiction writer in Australia, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and a single malt scotch on rainy evenings. Most of my posts live in Mature, Romance, and First Time. I have a soft spot for workplace, 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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Stories by Thread of Tawny
Wrong Tent
I boarded the train in Adelaide at half past seven on a Tuesday evening, hauling a suitcase I had overpacked by half.
The Late Shift at the Kiln
The gallery didn't look like much from the street.
Adjustment Clause
So there I was, forty-two years old, six months out of a divorce that had cost me more sleep than money, standing in the lobby of Merrick…
HR Training
I turned fifty-three on a Tuesday in March, and I spent most of that morning in my office at work staring at the wall and thinking about…
The Birthday Debt
I was about to turn twenty-eight, on a Tuesday, which felt about right.
The Bitter Stack
*This one came from thinking about how anger can be a kind of clarity.