The Thank You Watch
My name is Herbert Lincoln, I'm 44 years old, and I want to tell you about the strangest thing I ever did out of love.
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My name is Herbert Lincoln, I'm 44 years old, and I want to tell you about the strangest thing I ever did out of love.
I woke up before the sun did.
I used to plan everything.
Sandra saw the sign for Aspen Hollow as the last light faded behind the ridge.
My name is Renee Patton, I'm thirty-four years old, and six months ago the woman I thought I'd grow old with packed her speaker, her jade…
The ferry from Rockland takes forty minutes if the water is calm, and it took forty minutes that day, so I had no excuse to keep my…
I've been up here on Spitsbergen for two years now, and I can tell you the airport in Longyearbyen is not built for drama.
I turned thirty-seven in March and somewhere around the second glass of birthday wine I decided I needed proof I still had adventure in me.
Wallace pulled into Cedar Bend at four in the afternoon on a Friday in mid-October.
You'd think a woman who teaches surfing for a living would never feel stale.
I passed Jasper on the switchbacks like I always do, loudly and with commentary.
Francine had been telling herself all week that she would skip the thing, and then of course she went anyway.
I'll be honest with you, I almost turned the truck around when I saw her.
Pam had counted the petals of a white rose a hundred and twelve times in her life, and she could not tell you why, only that her fingers…
*I wanted to write something that was funny and hot, where the fish-out-of-water aspect made the tenderness hit harder.
Felix Armstrong was forty-four years old and had just become an expert at packing a car.
We'd been married seven years and I still couldn't read a map, which is how we ended up at the wrong trailhead for forty minutes while…
The divorce was final in April.
I was ringing up a dozen nightcrawlers for a guy in an Alfred Earnhardt hat when the bell over the door went off and she walked in.
Sandra Driscoll was thirty-four years old and she was done.
The Rust Table, The Reed Tide, The Blue Phantom, Ember Prism
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Most outdoors stories take 15 to 24 minutes, and the average is 20. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.