The rider’s V-rod skidded to a stop in the Roadway Diner’s gravel parking lot.34MAG | 34THPARALLEL.NETNov 06, 2020∙ PaidShareShe 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 paid subscribersSubscribeAlready a paid subscriber? Sign inPreviousNext
