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Mornings after
Sensual short fiction about the morning after — the hour the light comes up and something has to be said.
- Old flames1 min
The Crossing
The last ferry takes twenty minutes, and neither of them has said what they're both counting down.
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Four Hands
The party thins to the kitchen and the porch, and the piano remembers the piece they used to play before either of them does.
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Hold Still
She said she'd cut his hair for practice, and he sat still and let her, the way he'd been meaning to for eleven years.
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The Knot
Lie down, she said, and he did, and neither of them called it anything yet.
Read it → - Strangers1 min
Ice
Two strangers meet at the ice machine at the end of the hall, two in the morning, and neither one goes back to their own door.
Read it → - The wait1 min
Safelight
The timer had ninety seconds left on it, and neither of them had said the thing they'd come down to the darkroom to avoid saying.
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Kindling
The wood was always too green and the damper always stuck — twenty-two years, and neither of them had thought to fix either problem.
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Count of Three
He'd asked her to teach him one dance, one song — a pretext, and they both knew it, and neither said so.
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The Adagio
Neither of them had thought to return the ticket — not the seat, and not, it turned out, each other.
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Windfall
The last tomatoes had split in the heat, and so, without warning, had his resolve to just call her in for dinner.
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Carry-On
She took the last folded shirt back out of the bag and set it down: some things could wait until five.
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Do Not Disturb
The knock came at nine, and she kept her eyes shut to see what he'd do about it.
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The Second Towel
She'd half-decided to dress and go before he woke, until she saw the towel he'd folded for her, on purpose, while she slept.
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Nine Floors Up
The windows were painted shut, so they climbed to where nobody below could see them, and that changed what the night was allowed to cost.
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Close Work
He said only that he trusted no one else's hands with tomorrow's version of himself — and she still hadn't thrown out the good scissors.
Read it → - The wait1 min
The Last Train
The board kept pushing his arrival back a minute at a time, and she let it, because a minute was a length of time she still knew how to hold.
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Kitchen Light
The house had never been this quiet. Neither had they, once — and they'd forgotten how to fill it.
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The Long Way
Sundays were for the dog. Nobody had agreed the walk home would take an hour.
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Wool
He’d come for the coat. She’d spent four winters deciding it was hers.
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Small Hours
The streaming menu kept asking if they were still watching, and neither of them reached for the remote to answer it.
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Daylight
The street named what the night had kept quiet, and neither of them minded.
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The Waterline
She let the candle burn down to its last inch before she got in, and stayed exactly as long as it lasted.
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The Hour Before
She dressed an hour early on purpose — this was the part of the evening she refused to spend before she had to.
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The Driveway
The taillights went around the bend, and for the first time in eighteen years the driveway had nothing left to wait for.
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Heat Lightning
The power had failed at eleven, and by midnight the only light left came from a sky that never bothered to thunder.
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Storm Windows
The window over the lake never caught on the first try — not once in eleven years, and not tonight either.
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The Repair
She called because the window was stuck — and because at eleven on a Wednesday, she couldn't think of who else to want.
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Tuesdays
He didn't say her name — he just set a drink beside hers on the rail, gin without asking, and stood close enough that his warmth cut through four years.
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Still
He was already awake when she opened her eyes, and neither of them reached for their phones.
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The Deep End
She saw him before he saw her — and had exactly three seconds to decide what to do with that.
Read it → - The wait1 min
The Garden Door
They stood outside the party's noise, close enough that waiting felt like its own kind of touching.
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The Line
She had a reason — something practical — but the moment he said her name, the reason became the least interesting thing on the line.
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The Other One
He found it on the nightstand before she woke, and left it where it was.
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Two Blocks
She knew what he meant and what he didn't mean, and she got in the car.
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Already Awake
She knew he was awake—had known it for over an hour—and neither of them had said a word, which was its own kind of conversation.
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The Drawer
She reached for the zipper herself, and he said there was coffee, and neither of them meant what they said.
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The Overhang
He didn't see her until he was already beside her, and by then it was too late for either of them to pretend.
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Area Code
She hadn't deleted his number — just renamed it, as if the phone wouldn't know.
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North Light
He had not been allowed to see the painting until now, and she understood, brush still in hand, that she had been waiting for exactly this.
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Three Blocks
She had chosen the table nearest the window for the view, not for company.
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Muscle Memory
His whole body was a familiar territory she'd lost the right to cross.
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Morrison
Eight years, and he still looked up before she reached him — some peripheral awareness of her that had outlasted everything else.
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What the Light Does
Her shoes were in her hand before she remembered she didn't want to go.
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The Interval
They had agreed on dinner, nothing more — and both of them knew exactly what that meant.
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Still Life
He walked in at ten past nine, and she discovered she had been waiting.
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The Wedding
They’d sat us at the same table. Someone, somewhere, had thought that was kind.
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Twelve Years
Twelve years in, he still asked. That was the thing about him — he still asked.
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The Last Box
There was one box left, and they both knew it was never really about the box.
Read it → - The wait1 min
Don’t Tell Me
She had her hand on his chest. Two fingers. The lightest pressure possible.
Read it → - Strangers1 min
Atlanta
The train had been delayed an hour by the time she sat down across from him.
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Morning
She made coffee in his kitchen like she lived there. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.
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Three Buttons
The whole dinner could have been a fire and we wouldn’t have moved.
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Reunion
He recognized her shoulders before her face — the way the air around her had been carved out specifically.
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The Wait
She told him to wait. Just wait. The kitchen island was cold against her palms.
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