Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life

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B’s Diner

Central Market

I always came to the market during the “off” hours. Crowds were never my thing since the first vampire incident. I didn’t trust people as they brushed into me and blocked my exit strategy. I needed to be able to… Continue Reading →

New Year’s Eve

“Are you ready?” I yelled back at Elizabeth who was behind the counter starting up the second coffee maker. I could hear her sigh. “I think,” she replied weakly. I rolled my eyes. The girl’s lack of confidence had been… Continue Reading →

Working for the Living

I stared around at the slashed red sparkle vinyl, the chipped cobalt blue Formica and the cracked white wall tile. A quarter of the diner was ruined thanks to a recent bar fight. Alcohol was not what fueled this feud,… Continue Reading →

Confidence

Some guy once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” You ask me, they were being nice. I learned how to con from my dad. He would wink at me and say, “Cody, the trick is to learn that everyone… Continue Reading →

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