The rider’s V-rod skidded to a stop in the Roadway Diner’s gravel parking lot.34MAGNov 6, 2020Sign up to like postSubscribeLoginPrivacyTermsInformation collection noticeShare She took off her helmet and her hair fell to her backside. She hung her helmet off the handlebars, unbuckled a brown leather side-bag, and crunched across the gravel toward the pink and green glow.ALL THE WAYS WERE DARKENED BY CLARK MERREFIELD 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 55This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Sign in
