Another excerpt of my novel.

Jelly

The crowd started drifting toward the door. The girl with the thick thighs reached down to pull on laced up shoes, forcing them over her heels and grabbing onto a friend’s shoulder for balance. Margo was arm in arm with a guy, someone Jelly hadn’t noticed before, pulling a jacket over the half of her that wasn’t tethered to another person. The hosts were in the kitchen, taking one last shot of something that smelled cheap and sour, even from here.

Someone yelled that it was time for everyone to leave, that they could…

Phoebe Kranefuss

Writing stuff, losing my keys weekly, and enjoying frozen pizza in San Francisco.

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