Plots authored by @barbara_y:
- His shoes were still there, and a steaming cup of coffee, not a drop spilled.
- She'd been dealt some bad hands over the years, now the deck was out of aces.
- His date had not stormed out: she'd taken her dinner to go.
- They don't know where they are, or care. Next they'll be flashing us, begging for beads.
- Campbell Sorrey was a liar. A drunk and a liar, but he built a sweet guitar.
- Never did he need to pay for a drink.
- Thirteen years, and they'd expected him to quietly accept dismissal. Impossible.
- On a whim, one day she answered a call for movie extras.
- She shrugged. It took a lot of time and work to play not hard to get.
- Father would be proud.
- A secret stream, a dim room. Both begged for boasting afterward, suffered from a crowd.
- "Pity. I have no jam," she said. "I am, however, well-preserved."
- Cam had just passed out, mid-sentence. Robin pocketed his wallet. "Your bad luck."
- "My Stephen King," she said. "Don't bother with the packaging. I'll take him as he is."
- She sorted through the pretty bottles on the counter, and sighed. Only one Macallan left.
- She settled her new boobs in place and smiled: what better for an old queen?
- "Like I said," her brother grinned, "things are different in Iowa."
- The masses were titilated, but his intimates were stolidly silent. No snout broke rank.