The Last Light
The neon sign was still on when I pulled into the lot, and that surprised me.
Amateur fiction writer in UK, keeping company with two Labradors who think they own the couch and craft stout and Islay scotch. My wheelhouse is Anal and BDSM, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. 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 neon sign was still on when I pulled into the lot, and that surprised me.
Nik texted me at six to say he was locking up soon, and I typed back one line: stay late, food's coming.
I'm Nolan, thirty-four, and I sing tenor at St.