Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 5hWe pushed all the chairs together at one end of the floor and stacked the phones on a desk. We hoped someone would want them. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 21hShe waited for the Garcias to fill out the paperwork and wondered, not for the first time, what the fine print would look like in Spanish. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 16/10/2026They did for Sushma what they did for everyone who joined their team. They took her out to Lucky’s for the best cheeseburgers in town. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 15/10/2026He waited for the church to be empty. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 15/10/2026He saw the trombone case when he woke up the next morning. What had he been thinking? 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 14/10/2026Sandra picked up her guitar case, grabbed her car keys from their hook, and kissed her husband. “Time to rock,” she said. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 14/10/2026“Yes, I know we’re friends, Jody, but things look different on this side of the desk.” He tapped it with a knuckle. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 13/10/2026“And I said, ‘I’ll get Chad Dixon on the phone.’, and Chad said the project wouldn’t be funded until Q2! So Mike had to shut up after that.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 13/10/2026“Do you know why he wants to put a popcorn machine in the kitchenette? To steal a headcount from my project. Nuh-uh. Ain’t gonna happen.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 12/10/2026“OR...or…you could use that same ingenuity to get me the thing I asked for in the first place.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 12/10/2026Steve ate his pudding cup in front of Joanna. “It’s French vanilla,” he said. “From France.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 11/10/2026Sylvia pulled off her dress shoes and wished she had different feet. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 11/10/2026He shut his locker and noticed how his glove arm was tan down to the wrist. Maybe it had been a good season after all. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 10/10/2026The wedding photographer snapped a picture of me. I don’t know why. I was just a guy at a wedding. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 10/10/2026All Rita’s friends brought pregnancy tests after work Friday night, and hell yeah, she was really pregnant. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 09/10/2026Peeing on the strip. Then crying on it. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 09/10/2026Married him after all. Trying to love Sioux City. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 08/10/2026He imagined that each flower delivery was really from himself. He loved everyone and wanted them to get well soon. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 08/10/2026He named his IV stand Julio. He introduced himself as Robert and asked his new friend if he wasn’t a little too thin. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 07/10/2026Mario wanted not to be holding this beer bottle anymore. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 07/10/2026The lights ahead were streaked and blurry. The radio was too loud. He told himself again he would not be late. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 06/10/2026POW! Flies don’t have a chance in winter. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 06/10/2026Ron leaned on his broom out of sight of the open doors. The last day of school was always hard for him. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 05/10/2026He wore his work boots into the sushi restaurant. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 05/10/2026He drove his bus through the streets of Seattle and picked up passengers who, unlike him, did not have a Ph.D. 010 1
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 04/10/2026They shook hands firmly. Only one of them knew his toenails were painted with purple sparkle polish. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 03/10/2026I didn’t think to shake the new guy’s hand, but Adam did. 001 1
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 03/10/2026Michael saw his old college friends often. Amber, for one, worked in a nearby building and bought a latte from him every morning. 010 1
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.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 02/10/2026He pointed the channel changer at his dog, whom he had not walked since the first snowfall. “Buddy, you’re getting fat.” 000 0
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?” 000 0
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.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 30/09/2026“Stop touching me. My grampa died in this bed.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 30/09/2026I stood next to the Indian guy and we both took pictures of the Taj Mahal. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 29/09/2026The blue and red light flashed behind them. He smiled. “So, ladies, here’s the plan.” 001 1
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 29/09/2026“Heh! That, my friend, would be Easter Sunday.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 28/09/2026He said, “It’s ‘barbed wire’, not ‘bob war’, and personally I don’t see what the problem is.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 28/09/2026The real job, they were told, was not to be window washers at the Victoria’s Secret Building after all, but something even better. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 27/09/2026She scraped her peas onto his plate. “I don’t like peas,” she said. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 27/09/2026He ordered the hash browns. Brenda smiled and set a full sugar shaker on his table. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 26/09/2026She read a book. He studied her bare knees. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 26/09/2026He stood on the log and looked into the water pooled on one side. The camp was still three hours away. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 25/09/2026By the time he got to the shady grass it wouldn’t be shady anymore. He started pushing the mower again. 000 0
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.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 24/09/2026He touched the pen to his tongue and wrote down his phone number for her. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 24/09/2026He shut off the headlights. He liked to drive this road by feel. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 23/09/2026The guitarist said, “Whose soul do we have sell to find a bass player?” The drummer raised a stick-twirling hand. 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 23/09/2026The guitarist spoke a little softer. “This song doesn’t need any drums.” 000 0
Summer Grasses Stories @summergrstories.bsky.social · 22/09/2026Looking on, he wondered how the professionals covered a drumset in flames. 000 0