Category: Author’s Alley
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How You Ask for Things

Daily Dose of Romance – Short Stories for FREE | She’d been in therapy long enough to know her own patterns, which meant she saw it happening and still couldn’t stop it — the pulling away, the getting quiet, the performing fine at exactly the moment she most needed to not be fine. It was…
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Hands

Daily Dose of Romance – Short Stories for FREE | She’d been painting his hands for three weeks before she admitted what she was doing, and by then she had seven canvases and a problem. Rafael was a sculptor. He used his hands the way other people used language — with precision and intention and…
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What We Grow Toward

Daily Dose of Romance – Short Stories for FREE She’d moved back to her hometown for all the sensible reasons — cost of living, her mother’s knee, the particular pull of familiarity when the world got too fast — and had not, in all her planning, accounted for the fact that her childhood best friend…
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The Second Language of Touch

Daily Dose of Romance – Short Stories for FREE She was thirty-four and he was twenty-six and she kept waiting for it to feel wrong. She’d been waiting for two months, through the first hesitant coffee and the second less hesitant dinner and the moment in the gallery when he’d stopped in front of a…
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In Deep Water

Daily Dose of Romance – Short Stories for FREE She was swimming at dawn when he first saw her, which meant she saw him watching from the dock, which meant they started with honesty. “Rude,” she called, still treading water. “Impressive,” he called back. “There are jellyfish.” “I know. They’ve been polite.” She came out…
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Every Version of Winter

Daily Dose of Romance – Short Stories for FREE Thomas kept his late wife’s books on the shelf in the same order she’d left them, which meant they were organised by colour rather than any logical system, and for two years he’d thought this was a memorial and then one day a woman named Vivienne…
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Touch and Go

It had been eighteen months since someone had touched her — properly, deliberately, with the full intention of making her feel human. Hana was aware of this in the way you were aware of a low-grade fever: not debilitating, just always there. The divorce had done it. Not the grief exactly, but the withdrawal of…



