Tracey
She dropped her satchel on the floor, the multitude of unconverged, expensive and fragile contents scratching and curmudgeoning like war-beaten cats in an...
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Blind Date
There was a strange incense burning, smelling of lemon dishwashing soap mixed with marijuana. She surveyed the room's statues of many-armed creatures; these,...
Gone.
I have this fantasy. Over the course of a few months I would slowly tie off loose ends, get my affairs in order, and stockpile required supplies. I would...