The Wrong Exit
My editor called it a "career-lite assignment," which is her way of saying it won't get you a raise but it might get you out of the house.
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My editor called it a "career-lite assignment," which is her way of saying it won't get you a raise but it might get you out of the house.
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…
My life runs on a schedule.
Okay, so, I'm twenty-eight years old and I like to think of myself as a rational person.
The dive boat was supposed to be my treat to myself.
The first thing I knew was the smell of gasoline and Callie's hair, all mixed up together, which is not a smell they bottle anywhere but…
Marian was twenty-eight and Ren thirty-five, and both of them were old enough to know their own minds, which mattered later, but not yet.
I never planned on staying in Skrindavik.
The rain was coming down hard when Lizzie pulled up outside Kate's apartment building in Lincoln.
Phoebe Martins was forty-two years old and she had never once regretted the way she'd built her life.
Hilary pulled into Shelly's driveway at a quarter to six in the morning, and her stomach was already a knot.
The bus depot in Mio is nothing like the pictures online.
Kathleen almost drove past the records office.
Desiree was twenty-eight years old and she had spent six months of those years talking to a man she had never once seen in person, which…
I had been on the road for four hours when I finally accepted that the best part of the trip was the part where nobody knew where I was.
*This one's about what happens when two people who know every inch of each other decide to act like strangers.
Laney Hobbs was thirty-three years old and she had been delivering mail in Silves for four years, and in all that time she had never once…
My name is Muriel Strand, I'm twenty-nine years old, and I have never once said no to Bill Voss.
I'm Margot.
October 14, 8:47 p.m.
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