A Galley of His Own
I've been the sous chef on the Pride of the Caribbean for three years now, which sounds fancier than it is.
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I've been the sous chef on the Pride of the Caribbean for three years now, which sounds fancier than it is.
The gravel road to the Double Arrow Ranch hadn't gotten any shorter in twenty years.
So there I was, parked behind the old laundromat on Delancey, at nine on a Thursday night, cursing as if I had just lost a bet with my own…
Allan stood in the middle of the storage unit with a box labeled KITCHEN, MISC in his hands and dust in his throat, and he thought, not…
I want to start by saying I wasn't even supposed to be drinking that night, which is relevant, because everything after this happened on…
The fifties are a strange decade for a woman who has spent her whole career handling other people's underwear.
The cat started yowling around eleven on Tuesday night, and by midnight I was carrying her carrier through the rain to the emergency vet…
The phone buzzing on the nightstand woke me out of a dream I was already losing.
Let me tell you about the most boring stretch of my life before this happened.
The neon sign says GAZ.
The blizzard started sometime after lunch on Tuesday and by four o'clock it had buried the cars in the lot up to their door handles.
My mom would cry if she saw me right now, and I mean that in the nicest possible way, because she's a sweet woman who raised me to hold…
Trixie has exactly one hour and thirty-five minutes of freedom left before Charlie gets home from the studio.
The shuttle dropped us off at the bottom of a gravel track and said nothing about how we were supposed to get up the rest of it, so I…
I was twenty-one the first time I took a skirt that wasn't mine.
The tuk-tuk dropped me at the end of a gravel road and refused to go further, which I probably should have taken as a sign.
My name is Dakota Mooney, I'm thirty-four, and I tend bar at The Velvet Tap in a midwestern city that shall stay nameless because my…
Connor came in the back door at six fifteen and dropped his keys in the bowl by the mudroom hook, the same way he did every night, except…
The alarm went off at four.
The whole thing started on a Friday afternoon at the depot, the kind of Friday where nobody had a full truck and the fans did all the…
Topaz Consonant, Delta Corner, Crimson Street, The Ochre Novel