Tag: short story
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The Summer We Didn’t Say Goodbye
There are some summers that don’t feel real until they’re over. The air hangs heavier. The sunsets last longer. And every moment feels like it’s trying to tell you something you just don’t know what yet. Claire still thinks about that first date on the back road. It wasn’t planned. Not officially. He texted her…
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Sweaters, Static, and Almost
The first thing Claire noticed about fall that year was the smell. Not just pumpkin spice drifting from café doors or apple cider simmering in crockpots at church gatherings but the sharper scent beneath it all. The scent of change. Crisp leaves cracking under boots. Cold air settling into the spaces between breaths. The kind…
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Dust, Dogs, and the Disappearing Man
The dream started with a plan. We were supposed to meet at a roadside market just outside a tiny country town, the kind where the gas station sells bait and the diner closes at two. The sky hung low and silver, heavy with the threat of rain, and the air smelled like wet dirt and…
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Learning to Stand
Claire Hart grew up in Owl Creek, Wyoming. It was a town so small that everyone knew which pickup truck belonged to which family. The loudest argument most weeks was about high school football. The courthouse had two courtrooms and a clock that ran five minutes slow. As a child, Claire used to sit on…
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Where the Map Begins
Elijah had always thought heartbreak would be louder.He imagined slammed doors, shouting matches, something sharp enough to mark the ending. Instead, it came quietly across a small wooden table in a café he and Hannah had gone to since they were sixteen. She traced the rim of her coffee cup while telling him she didn’t…
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Meet me under the Porch light.
There’s a certain feeling that doesn’t disappear, no matter how much time passes. It softens. It settles. It tucks itself into the quiet corners of your life and waits patiently, like it always knew you’d come back. In small towns, nothing really leaves for good. Not the old tire swing behind the school. Not the…
Quiet Harbor Writing 