The Flood Line
The call came in at four in the afternoon, right when the rain went from steady to stupid.
Stories in Gay Male tagged coworkers, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 15 to 21 minutes. Writers to know: Engine of North, Reed Page and Dawn Post. Readers usually start with “The Flood Line” and “The Off-Season”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The call came in at four in the afternoon, right when the rain went from steady to stupid.
My birthday is in three days, which is a thing I keep forgetting to mention to people, because nobody asks anymore.
The ferry from Rockland takes forty minutes if the water is calm, and it took forty minutes that day, so I had no excuse to keep my…
I parked my Corolla in the same spot I'd used for two years and sat there for a minute with the engine off.
The bus had been running four hours and I still hadn't gotten used to the dark.
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So here's how I ended up working weekends at a used bookstore at thirty-four years old.
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I don't sing.
My name is Noah, I'm twenty-eight, and until last month I thought I was straight.
My name is Claude, I am sixty-two years old, and I have been doing this midnight round for longer than most of the crew has been alive.
The flight from Chicago had eaten eleven hours of my life and most of my spine, and by the time the taxi dropped me in front of the hotel…
I'm coiling cables again.