The rider’s V-rod skidded to a stop in the Roadway Diner’s gravel parking lot.

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 55