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When Night Falls on Niagara

When night falls on Niagara I follow her. She stops for coffee every night before her shift starts. “Gloria” is the name scribbled in playful black marker on her coffee cup, but she doesn’t look like a Gloria to me. … Continue reading

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The grey stripped asphalt of the lonely country road outside his home would soon bring mourners. It was the coldest winter in over fifty years. Could he remember being that cold? He could see that old crippled man in his … Continue reading

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