Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life

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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 →

Christmas Presence

I shuffle through the square, unnoticed, unneeded, irrelevant. I’ve bumped elbows tonight with the elite of the town: the council of elders who run this place – the ones who’ve been here from the beginning, and who think they know… Continue Reading →

Under the Sun

I watch them as I watch everything here in town. They skip, scamper, and shout at one another — little “boos” in training. They’re nothing like their parents, who were nothing like their parents, who were nothing like their parents,… Continue Reading →

The Interview

Can I help you? Oh, Mr. Parsons, from the newspaper, is it? Yes, I have you on the schedule to speak to the mayor at 3:00. You’re quite a bit early; if you’d like to take a seat, the mayor’s… Continue Reading →

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