Kate Seegraves
Bio
I will write this furious little story,
even if it kills me.
Stories (3/0)
Drive Like Your Kids Live Here
Cory first met the old man about a week into his new route, Prime deliveries from one end of Forest Hills Drive to the other. As he sped down the tree-lined street, he caught a glimpse of a frail body in front of a small white bungalow, but he paid little attention. At $16 an hour, Cory wasn’t paid to be observant. He was paid to be fast.
By Kate Seegraves2 years ago in Fiction
Secret Ingredient
If she had to guess, Esther thought, she hadn’t made a chocolate cake in thirty-five, maybe forty years. The reason was simple enough: Herbert didn’t like chocolate. “Can’t stand the stuff,” he’d declared on their first date, when she ordered mousse for dessert at the Italian restaurant in town. His sweet tooth had plenty of other appetites, of course, for the vanillas and peanut butters and butterscotches of the world, but for chocolate he had little use or love.
By Kate Seegraves3 years ago in Fiction