Alice Elliott Dark’s Afterword to “In the Gloaming”

The words were inside of me, and I was being called to compose a story. The words were inside of me, and I was being called to compose a story. Every new story was a high-wire act.

The words were inside of me, and I was being called to compose a story. The words were inside of me, and I was being called to compose a story. Every new story was a high-wire act.