One-Night-Standard
Pia Thatcher was forty-four years old and she had been to enough of these conferences to know exactly what they did to her.
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Pia Thatcher was forty-four years old and she had been to enough of these conferences to know exactly what they did to her.
The letter came on a Thursday.
My name is Gladys, I'm twenty-four, and I do taxidermy in my spare time.
Two days ago I made a bet I still think I can win.
The knock came at 9:47 on a Friday night, and I knew it was her before I even got up.
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Gladys here, fifty-two, accountant, and if you had told me three years ago I'd be white-knuckling a rental Corolla through a snow squall…
Let me tell you about the worst idea I've had in years, and I once tried to learn kiteboarding at thirty-four.
Akari Ortega was thirty-four years old and she was sulking about a granola bar she hadn't lost yet.
The brass key was warm in my pocket by the time I got out of the car.
I'd been a zoning enforcement officer for the city of Oakland for eleven years, and I still got a little kick out of writing up a citation.
*This one's for anyone who's ever had a crush on someone they shouldn't have, and then found out the crush was mutual.
My name is Cassie Byrne, I'm thirty-five years old, and I'm standing in a storage annex that smells like dust and old paper, watching my…
I was standing in my kitchen at 11:15 on a Tuesday night, still in my work trousers and the gray hoodie with the fraying cuffs, staring at…
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I'm Alba Cline, 52 years old, and I've been a pharmacist for almost thirty years.
*I wanted a story about second chances that didn't take itself too seriously, something warm and a little messy, like real life.
Ledger of Brass, The Quiet Lantern, Indigo Highway, The Rust Table