Groundswell: Chapter 7

Patrick Walts: the short fiction collection

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter six


Candy stopped walking and looked up from her phone. “Why is a strange man leaning up against my car?”

Logan stood up straight. “Sorry, habit.”

“Usually people only have that habit with their own cars. Or their friends’ cars. But yet here you are, doing it on mine.”

“I stopped.”

She cocked her head and sighed. “That you did. What the hell do you want, anyway?”


“Yeah, I know who you are. Everybody in town knows who you are.”

Logan smiled. “Guess I’m not a strange man, then.”

“Jury’s still out on that.”

Logan took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair; chuckled. “I just didn’t want to bother you while you worked.”

“Oh, thank you. I appreciate that. I’m glad you decided to stalk me in silence while I worked and then…

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