Shelter from the Rain
The car died on the coast road at half past ten.
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The car died on the coast road at half past ten.
The snow starts around four in the afternoon.
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I got to the ropeway waiting hall a little before five, carrying a timber receipt in one pocket and a memo pad in the other.
The shop smells like old paper and dust.
My name is Minnie, I'm sixty-four years old, and I spent thirty-one years working as a park ranger before I retired and took a part-time…
I am on my back on the cold stone floor of the archive kitchen with my arm up to the elbow in the sink drain when I hear boots in the…
I'm sixty-four years old and I don't apologize for anything anymore.
Desiree closed the shop at six and stayed till eight anyway.
Callum Buckley was twenty-nine years old, and he was wet.
It had been two years, give or take a month, since I'd last stood in front of Terry Walsh, and the whole drive over I kept rehearsing what…
My birthday is in three days, which is a thing I keep forgetting to mention to people, because nobody asks anymore.
My name is Lorelei Butterworth, I'm 52 years old, and I've been a mail clerk at the central post office for nineteen years.
Nik texted me at six to say he was locking up soon, and I typed back one line: stay late, food's coming.
I got to the field a little after four, which was late by Nathalie's standards.
The voice comes through the wall every Tuesday night.
The pager sat on the shelf by the door where it always sat, and I had picked it up and put it down maybe forty times by the time the sky…
So here's how my Tuesday night started: me, a green plastic watering can, and the glass door of the Plumco call center lobby, which I have…
Wilma had been looking forward to this evening for three weeks, and she was not going to let a little thing like turning sixty-four make…
Eugene was twenty-three years old and he had been single for two years, which he thought about more than he wanted to admit.
Quartz Wave, Lark Threshold, Ledger of Brass, Twilight Epilogue
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Most bookstore or library stories take 13 to 22 minutes, and the average is 18. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.