The Tide Table Test
Thelma had been compiling tide tables at the coastal post office for six years, thirty-two years old and unmarried and mostly content, and…
Stories in Exhibitionist & Voyeur tagged dry and wry, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 17 to 20 minutes. Writers to know: Notebook of Silver, The Midnight Quota and Laurel Story. Readers usually start with “The Tide Table Test” and “The Scale and the Bonfire”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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