Jun 282010
 

Dear Readers–

I hope you’ve been enjoying the stories about Gloaming Gap and it’s … erm … residents? … as much as I have. For those who haven’t been keeping track, Andrea Cumbo’s just-completed story, “The Spinster’s Secret”, was our 13th story, marking just over a year since this site came into existence. (By the way, I will be posting Andi’s story in its entirety here within the next day or two; sorry for the delay!) In addition to her work, I’d like to also extend a special thanks to the rest of those who have contributed to our little town: Beth Dombach, George Buss, Susan Pogorzelski, Vicky Burkholder, and a very special thanks to my wife, Jeannine.

We’ve got some significant life events happening within the next month or two, so I decided it might be a good idea to take a little bit of a breather here in July, but fear not: More everyday stories featuring less-than-everyday characters will be just around the corner. In the meantime, feel free to browse through the previous stories. We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we’ve enjoyed writing them.

Until next time…
–Jeff Burkholder, Editor

May 312010
 


I've Been Meaning To Quit by paurian

I've Been Meaning To Quit by paurian


May 1, 2010 8:03 AM – Called my mom two days ago. Weird that she hasn’t called back.
May 1, 2010 9:17 AM – Off to work at the park. Big landscaping project. Excited about greening the place up a bit.
May 1, 2010 9:31 AM – I’m at Gloaming Gap Community Park (4 Cemetery Rd, Gloaming Gap) http://www.gloaminggap.com/ #foursquare
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Apr 232010
 
Graves with Flaybrick Chapel in the distance by jimmedia

Image by jimmedia

She barely made a sound as she shuffled past the reflective headstones and statues of angels with upturned hands. She knew exactly where she was going, a path she’d made for herself only three months ago on her first trip out here. She’d come with friends to smoke up – “they’re dead, they don’t care,” Bobby had said – but she told him to shut up and inched closer to the plain headstone that had caught her eye. Soon, she found herself returning week after week, weaving the same trail among the plots.
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Feb 272010
 
l'eau noir by lady in the radiator

Image by lady in the radiator

Dell hated getting wet. Almost as much as he hated being cold. Right now, he was both, but he hardly noticed it. He didn’t notice the red and blue lights shining off the puddles in the road. Flint’s presence beside him barely registered, despite their years of friendship on the force.
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