The Last Ferry Out
I'm twenty-eight years old, I have a doctorate in anthropology, and last Saturday I spent seven hours hiding behind a lifeboat on a ferry…
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I'm twenty-eight years old, I have a doctorate in anthropology, and last Saturday I spent seven hours hiding behind a lifeboat on a ferry…
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Gino came back from the chinking job with mortar dust in his hair and a bad mood in his chest.
Brittany Rees had lived in Dunton long enough to know one thing for sure.
I haven't seen Jasper Webster in ten years, which is a thing I keep having to re-say to myself while the ferry bumps toward Frøya.
You can tell a lot about a man's life by what he's hosing down on a Tuesday.
Okay, so, I'm twenty-eight years old and I like to think of myself as a rational person.
*I wanted to write a revenge story where the weapon is genuine surprise, not cruelty.
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Sarah pulls her Honda into the gravel lot at the Rustic Relic Antique Mall at 10:40 on a Saturday morning, and she sits there a minute…
Burt Rosenberg parked the Land Rover outside the plaster mill at six forty on a Friday evening and sat in the driver's seat for a full…
The drawbridge is stuck open and I am stuck on the wrong side of my own courage, which honestly feels like a more serious mechanical…
*I wrote this because I wanted to see a married couple be absolutely feral for each other in the most ridiculous possible setting.
Christy was fifty-four years old, and she had learned, somewhere around her fortieth birthday, that the word "favor" was a trap.
I want to start by saying I'm forty-two years old and I have spent most of those years being sensible, which is a polite way of saying…
Johan came through the door of the Sandbox Diner at seven sharp, took off his cap, and scanned the room the way he always did in a new…
Julianne pulled into the bookstore parking lot at four forty, which gave her twenty minutes before the place closed for good.
Lizzie Marsh was forty-three years old, and she had baked competitively for exactly three years, which meant she had been doing it roughly…
The Grange Post Office smelled like old paper and wood smoke, the way it always did, and Jessi Greer pushed the door open with her hip…
The tuxedo hung in my locker like a promise I'd made while slightly drunk on spite.
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