Latex and Lost Things
Bea was sixty-three years old, and she had driven forty minutes out of her way on a Tuesday evening because a scruffy brown dog had…
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Bea was sixty-three years old, and she had driven forty minutes out of her way on a Tuesday evening because a scruffy brown dog had…
My name is Kelly Swan, I'm twenty-eight, and I woke up at five in the morning with my heart already going before my eyes were open.
I was fifty-two years old and my big night out was carrying a toolbox across a car park.
Marion had told herself she was going to spend Friday night on her couch eating cereal out of the box and feeling sorry for herself, and…
I parked my sedan between a pickup with a gun rack and a dirt bike that had no business being leaned against a porch, and I sat there for…
Dwayne had never been up a dirt road this rough in his life.
The last of the guests had gone maybe twenty minutes before, and the quiet that came after was the kind I wanted to bottle.
I'd been running the same route up to Deerbone Lodge for ten years, give or take, and I could drive that last stretch of gravel blindfolded.
*This one's for anyone who's ever felt like they had to compete with a partner's past.
Minnie Larson had spent thirty-five years signing other people's careers into the ground, and she figured she had maybe three hours left…
The wind hit William Delaney the moment he opened the truck door, and it went straight through his jacket like it had a grudge.
The email came in on a Tuesday, right in the middle of my sourdough proof.
The ferry came around the point at six forty in the morning, same as it always did, and I stood at the rail of the dock like I always do…
The lodge sat at the end of a gravel road that the bureau plowed maybe twice a winter, and by the time Donny backed his truck up to the…
The drive up to the Rivenbark Lodge takes about an hour from my apartment, and I know every mile of it by now.
I wake up on a cot in the county emergency medical supply cache and the first thing I see is crates.
I'm Olivia, I'm thirty-four, and I want to state up front that I did not want to go on this retreat.
The dock at Ibarra Lodge is just two planks and a rope rail.
*I wanted to write a romance where the couple is already together but still discovering each other.
I got to the station on a Thursday.
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