
The Last House on Rainey St“Sorry I’m late,” Kira said, throwing her bag over the back of the chair. “There’s no parking down here anymore.” Ashley laughed, putting her phone face down on the table, “Don’t worry, I took an Uber and just sat down myself. “How are you doing?” The waiter arrived and handed…
MOSFET Mag

Short fiction by Melinda Wyers.
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