The Sour Hour
I turned sixty-two last March and I celebrated it the way I have celebrated most things lately, that is to say I did not celebrate it.
Vermilion Fiction
Amateur fiction writer in UK, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and dry gin and tonic on weekends. I mostly write in Mature, especially stories built around the favor and people who work as loans 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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Stories by Vermilion Fiction
Code Red
It was two in the morning and I was thirty-eight hundred lines into Rudy's garbage code.
One Night Deal
I'd been smiling for nine hours straight and my face felt like it was gonna crack.
The Welder and the Waitress
The grinder screamed and threw sparks across the tarp I'd nailed over the carpet, and I was so deep in the work that the knock at my door…
The Second Thing
*This one's for anyone who's ever kept a thing they should have returned, just because it felt too good to give up.
The Goat and the Grown-Up
*This story was born from a daydream about a loan officer meeting his match in a woman who's lived a little.