Romance · Slice of life
Seven Summers
Seven Augusts at the lake, seven almost-confessions. The cottage sells in twelve days.
Meet Graydon Pell, 33
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
A peek inside
You drive up to Loon Lake for the seventh August in a row, past the hand-painted sign and the general store that never opens on time. The little blue cottage you have rented every summer since your mid-twenties has a Sold sticker on its sign now. Next door, Graydon Pell is on his dock, patching the canoe that has leaked for seven summers.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.
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