Waiting for the Storm
I should get off the roof before the storm comes in. But my legs won’t work, won’t let me get up. My eyes won’t pull away from the taxi departure station below. Even though he’s already gone back north. Away from the city, the chaos, away from me. How did he put it? This pace… Continue reading
The house smells like dirty diapers, weak air fresheners, and something burnt. It’s all I can do from using my scarf to cover my nose. But I don’t think that would help sell the image I’m supposed to be giving off. A retired social worker turned private investigator who could handle her shit, not to… Continue reading
Mara quieted her travel alarm clock and tossed it into her small duffle bag below her on the floor. She slipped out from under the covers and dressed as quietly as she could. Her second alarm on her old diving watch went off, signaling she had four minutes left. Quickly, but carefully, she folded the… Continue reading
Ashley “Ash” Story is a genre-fluid writer who runs on way too many cups of coffee, queer chaos, and towering book stacks.
When they are not working on one of several WIPs, they are most likely reading queer romances, watching British cozy mysteries, scrolling Instagram, or wishing they were doing any of those things.