Salton Sea
Publisher Description
He took long slow drags on his cigarette, exhaling thick plumes of grey smoke out of his nose, and over the wheel. His ashen face hadn’t felt a razor’s edge in days, and the long white hairs had formed on his head like cracks on porcelain. I saw the dark sloe rings around his eyes like week old bruises, framing those long weighted blinks that told me how tired he was. I looked at myself in the mirror. I remember that I looked tired too.