The Late Return
I turn twenty-five on Sunday and I've been weird about it for weeks.
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I turn twenty-five on Sunday and I've been weird about it for weeks.
I'm fifty-two years old and I have been standing in the doorway of a dressing room for a full two minutes without saying anything.
The last guest left around eleven.
My name is Jolene Greer, I'm 34 years old, and I've been mopping other people's sweat off of flooring for about four years now.
The whole thing started because my wife bought new heels.
The conference in Boise had run long, and by the time I packed the truck on Friday afternoon I was past tired and into that hollow kind of…
Oliver Brice landed in Reykjavik on a Friday in late October, thirty-four years old and feeling every single one of them.
My youngest moved into his dorm in August, and by September the house was so quiet I could hear the refrigerator thinking.
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…
Okay, so, I'm twenty-eight years old and I like to think of myself as a rational person.
Let me tell you how it started, because it started with a sandwich board, of all things.
The shift had been garbage from the third hour on.
The forecast had said light snow, flurries tapering by evening, which is the kind of thing a forecast says right up until it lies to you.
*I wanted to write a revenge story where the weapon is genuine surprise, not cruelty.
*This one started with the idea of someone who wants to cause a specific kind of hurt and ends up accidentally wanting something real.
I hadn't been back to Lembeke in twenty-six years.
My name is Martha Ibarra, I'm twenty-eight, and I have a secret I've kept for most of my adult life.
I turned forty-six on a Sunday, and I mention this only because it frames everything that came after.
I've been the sous chef on the Pride of the Caribbean for three years now, which sounds fancier than it is.
You know how you get talked into a thing?
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