Witness at the Customs Shed
I was sixty-one years old, sitting on a folding chair in a colonial jail, and I was thinking about the time I almost took my shirt off for…
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I was sixty-one years old, sitting on a folding chair in a colonial jail, and I was thinking about the time I almost took my shirt off for…
My name is Debbie.
Moe here.
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday, which I remember because Tuesdays are dead at the salon and I had time to stand at the window and…
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…
I turned forty-three on a Tuesday, which is nobody's favorite birthday, let's be honest.
I'm twenty-eight years old, and I own a farm, and last Thursday I bought a dress.
The griddle at The Locker never really cools down in November, it just gets less use.
The thing you have to understand about me is that I plan things.
We booked the Alpenrose Lodge back in October, and I had the whole weekend planned out with meticulous precision.
My name is Perry Brooks, I am fifty-one years old, and last Friday night I did something at the gym that I had never done in five years of…
*This story came from a thought about debts and unexpected forms of payment.
The bed is too big for the room, and I love it anyway!
The place had been a turpentine still once, back when Diamante smelled like money instead of tourists.
I turned twenty-eight on a Thursday and I drove out to the Great Basin salt flats that same day.
Three days on the road and I had her mouth on my mind the whole way, which is a dangerous thing when you're running a forty-foot trailer…
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.
My apartment got too quiet after my roommate Gary moved out.
I'm forty-four years old, and let me state right off that I took this job for the money and nothing else, so when I say what happened…
Emily stared at the wrist tattoo while the ink gun hummed on the counter next to her.
Tawny Grammar, Keeper of Ember, Phrase of Olive, Delta Corner
Matter-of-fact stories, from quick reads to long series.
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