Road Tapes
I'm Bri Rios, forty-two years old, and I have been the tour manager for this band for six years.
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Letters & Transcripts stories. Letters & Transcripts stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 11 to 14 minutes. Writers to know: Cypress Ledger, River Tale and Neon Chapter. Readers usually start with “Boots on the Wrong Feet” and “The Cork Market Letters”. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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61 62 Second Verse
I found the letter on a Tuesday in March, the same Tuesday I finally packed up Denise's stuff, which took four months because I kept…
63 The inspection list
My aunt Dot left me the shop in her will, and I still don't know if that was a gift or a test.
64 The Plumb and the Lavender
I can handle the pump myself.
65 The Guard's Revenge
October 14th.
66 The Last Shore Thing
The voicemail I left Inez was about four minutes long and I only remember half of it because I was pacing the boardwalk by the end.
67 tasting notes
I was forty-four last spring when I made an ass of myself at a gallery opening in Oakland, and I will state upfront that I knew I was…
68 The Mop Closet Letters
So I manage a deli.
69 the last five shifts
Shift one.
70 The Fitting Room Letters
I have been a wedding planner for nine years.
71 One Last Set
You know how it goes when the house gets quiet?
72 Roof Letters
I found the first letter on a Tuesday.
73 Forklift Letters
*Kept in the notebook in my locker, the week Elliott came.
74 Letters to the Night Watchman
The auction house sat at the end of a dead-end street by the rail yard, four floors of cataloged everything with a loading dock that…
75 The Morning After the Drywall
I woke up at 6:04 in a trailer that smelled like joint compound and coffee that had already been made and drunk.
76 callbacks
*This one started with a question: what happens when you ask an actor to stop performing for five minutes?
77 The Last Photo
I picked the counter seat on purpose.
78 The Last Letter From Summer
You have to understand, I don't get real mail.
79 The Lucky Number Bid
Dear Nella, Okay so you know how Caleb and I have been in that rut lately, the one where our biggest argument is whose turn it is to…
80 Honey and Clover
The jar was sitting on my porch step the first Saturday of October, right in the middle of the mat, like it had been delivered by a very…