The Wrong Roadie
I'm Riley, I'm thirty-four, and I've been thinking about this for longer than I want to admit out loud.
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I'm Riley, I'm thirty-four, and I've been thinking about this for longer than I want to admit out loud.
Kristina pulled her Honda onto the gravel lot at eleven sharp.
Dottie took the turn off the coast road at nine in the morning and saw the house rise up out of the fog like it had been waiting for her.
Trey came up the stairs of the walk-up at 11:40 on a Tuesday night with his jacket over one shoulder and the smell of the kitchen still in…
The litter index mapping walk had been my neighbor Kourtney's idea, and I still don't fully understand how I let her talk me into it.
The iron gate of the rental had roses worked into the bars.
Zoe checked the address twice before she went in.
Ten years I've been going up against Stewart Standish.
The vault door is oak and older than my dad.
*I wanted to write something that felt like the nervous thrill of a first real meeting when you've already seen each other naked on screen.
I turned twenty-nine on a Tuesday, which is the worst day to have a birthday at a campground café.
Hayley got to the gallery at 6:40 in the morning with two coffees and a plan to move three of the track lighting heads before anyone could…