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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 11h

I didn’t think to shake the new guy’s hand, but Adam did.

Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 19h

Michael saw his old college friends often. Amber, for one, worked in a nearby building and bought a latte from him every morning.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

“Before you say anything else, Steve, the bed we’re shopping for is for my mother.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

He pointed the channel changer at his dog, whom he had not walked since the first snowfall. “Buddy, you’re getting fat.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

“It’s terrible when you get to that age of having sick parents, man. That’s really hard. Well, you probably know that, huh?”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

“Oh no, dear, I’m not going to look at those old letters again. You go ahead if you want to.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

“Stop touching me. My grampa died in this bed.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I stood next to the Indian guy and we both took pictures of the Taj Mahal.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

The blue and red light flashed behind them. He smiled. “So, ladies, here’s the plan.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

“Heh! That, my friend, would be Easter Sunday.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

He said, “It’s ‘barbed wire’, not ‘bob war’, and personally I don’t see what the problem is.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

The real job, they were told, was not to be window washers at the Victoria’s Secret Building after all, but something even better.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

She scraped her peas onto his plate. “I don’t like peas,” she said.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

He ordered the hash browns. Brenda smiled and set a full sugar shaker on his table.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

She read a book. He studied her bare knees.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

He stood on the log and looked into the water pooled on one side. The camp was still three hours away.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

By the time he got to the shady grass it wouldn’t be shady anymore. He started pushing the mower again.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

“Okay, anyone who DOESN’T want me to become a nun, raise your glasses – I mean glass. Okay.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

He touched the pen to his tongue and wrote down his phone number for her.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

He shut off the headlights. He liked to drive this road by feel.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

The guitarist said, “Whose soul do we have sell to find a bass player?” The drummer raised a stick-twirling hand.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

The guitarist spoke a little softer. “This song doesn’t need any drums.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Looking on, he wondered how the professionals covered a drumset in flames.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

He carried his camera all the way to Istanbul and took pictures of people eating.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

He looked down at his knuckles. Then he kissed them. Good thing no one else saw that.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

New Year’s Day. Jerry took his book to the laundry room and sat on a drier.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

She watched her soaps while she carefully painted her toenails black. Halloween comes once a year and it was Tony’s baby after all.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Cindy stored the flowerpots in a corner of the garage where she could see them all through the winter.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Todd stuck his Metallica poster to the middle of the wall. That’s what you can do when it’s your apartment.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

He threw her sandals into the surf. “Let me carry you,” he said.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Kathy put her collie on his back to brush his teeth. “Just you and I, just you and I.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Jason held the dumpster lid for Lisbeth. When she found the fresh tomatoes, he knew she was the one.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Even though a bowling date was her idea, he turned out to be a much, much better bowler.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

She wore her white dress for him. He ordered the buffalo wings.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Sasha stepped out. Yes, the hip boots had been made for a taller woman, and no, zebra print bandanas had not yet come back in fashion, but…

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

She stuck in her front tooth and laced up her skates. 5:00 AM always came so early.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

She didn’t cry all the way home because she did not go home.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

When the dance was over Janice stood and asked the other girls if she could help clean up.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

She took the elevator four floors up. The lounge and the rooms down the hall looked the same, but what about the girls who lived here?

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

“Listen,” he said. “I don’t play notes. I play sounds.”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

We made big a circle and pretty soon we figured out who was supposed to throw the frisbee to who.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

“Chad, this drum circle has standards. Remember that. Okay, let’s greet the sun again!”

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Fourth down and four. The linebacker sang “That’s Amore”.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Rafael felt the moment when his opponent was ready to give up. He let go of regret for him and began to push his arm to the table.

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

They had only one pair of boxing gloves between them. #vss #microfiction

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

The intersection was too steep and the road was too busy for learning to drive a stick. Or it would have been if he hadn’t already started. #vss #microfiction

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 28/06/2026

Uncle and I entered through the gate. There was an ax stuck in a stump and the yard was full of moving chickens. #vss #microfiction

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

“I think we have to say goodnight,” Kimberly whispered. He breathed in her hair. Then he fell asleep. He had narcolepsy. #vss #microfiction

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

He held the popcorn in his lap between two greedy women, but he wasn’t worried he’d get his. He was ambidextrous and bipolar. #vss #microfiction

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Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

It was Saturday night, and Melody, Morgan, and Ophelia had more than buttered popcorn on their minds. #vss #microfiction

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