Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life

Author

Jason Deeds

A Night on the Floor

Lisa’s new shoes squeaked against the laminate floor, echoing like trumpets announcing the coming of a queen. Her procession down the dimly lit hallway, though, was a little less glamorous. Lisa rolled her eyes and realized she should have listened… Continue Reading →

I Choose Bacon

After being herded through the tent flap, I stepped onto the hay covered dirt floor, my nose assaulted by the horrid mixture of smells of overly buttered and burnt popcorn, cotton candy and a menagerie of animal droppings. The circus… Continue Reading →

On the Dotted Line

I watched as the steam climbed from the plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes placed directly in front of me. I took a breath in, sighed, and slowly sat down at the front counter. This would be the first meal… Continue Reading →

More Than She Can Chew

Flora fluttered down to the Linder house with a sigh. The once-brown paint was peeling off the windowsill where Flora landed. She peered through the grimy window of the small house, taking only a momentary pause to look at herself… Continue Reading →

Toy

Caitlin felt the soft crunch of the newly fallen snow under her boots. The purple laces dragged in a trail behind her, leaving blurred edges to her finely chiseled foot prints in the pristine snow beside her. It had just… Continue Reading →

Attack of the Meatloaf

Billy poked at what the waitress, dressed in blue and white, had called meatloaf. He eyed the brown mass warily, as if expecting it to grow arms, steal his fork, and poke back at him. His black-rimmed glasses slipped down… Continue Reading →

One Stake Or Two

The rusted ’78 Nova’s door clanked shut behind him. Crinkled in his hand was his green unwashed apron. He threw it on, flattened it, and headed in the back door at Crystal’s Cafe. His Name tag read, “Chance”, and had… Continue Reading →

The Boy Between Worlds

Tim, who was often called Timmy, was a boy between worlds. More to the point, Timmy was pretty much between everything. At 12 years old, he was between childhood and adulthood. Being a ward of the state, he and his… Continue Reading →

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