Dusk: A Short Story

I could hear the bells just outside the tent, in time with the drums. Outside a wind blew, causing the tent to sway slightly.

Pia Monroe

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The reading was over, and I was tired and scared. I didn’t like what I saw in the cards tonight, just before the coming of the dusk when day betrayed me to the night.

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Pia Monroe

Hopeless romantic, writer of erotic love stories and an accidental narrator. All stories are intended for 18+. Find my books on piamonroe.com