Second Chance Sunday
I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine with somebody's arm heavy across my ribs and sunlight coming through blinds I did not recognize, and I…
Stories in Romance tagged matter-of-fact, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 23 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: The Sable Echo, Kestrel Word and Plum Chronicle. Readers usually start with “Second Chance Sunday” and “The Incorrect Beep”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine with somebody's arm heavy across my ribs and sunlight coming through blinds I did not recognize, and I…
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The heatwave had been sitting on the city for nine days by the time I gave up on dignity.
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The order came through on a Tuesday, which is how these things always go.
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I was three days into a slow week and one drink into a Tuesday when I saw Billy Hanson at the end of the bar, and I want you to know my…
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The text came in at half past nine on a Tuesday night, while I was wiping down the espresso machine for the third time because there was…
The phone went off at 4 a.m.
Melvin Crockett woke at four forty like he always did.
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