Post Return. 'Like time machines are real and he just went back a year and things are okay.' A few light bits and pieces I'd accumulated (have written enough angst lately, thanks.) Since they were just languishing, I figured I'd resurrect Vignettes and send them out into the world. Each is a stand-alone, NOT a chapter in a work-in-progress, so feel free to jump in and out. (I'm thinking there will be 3-5 pieces, but will have to see how the mood strikes me.)
If I owned these characters, would I be writing this stuff? Seriously. No copyright infringement is intended.
Just a collection of confections from a parallel universe where all the Herr’s potato chips in Montreal can’t keep Pam and Jim apart. I hope it’s as therapeutic to read, as it was to write. A bit saucy.
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