Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life


April 2011

The Wolf Moon

“Margie, about ten minutes to sunset.” Eula finished her coffee, wiped her mouth neatly with a napkin, and picked up her jacket from the booth. “I’ll go pay and call Dr. Murton. You finish up.” Margie grumbled into her coffee… Continue Reading →

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