Hal arrived in Tucson a day early.
La Siesta Motel Sign. Image by Erin via Flickr
Wearing his white leisure suit, Hal had driven the white Cadillac Coupe de Ville all the way across the country from icy Cleveland Heights to the long warm neon glow of Tucson’s Miracle Mile.
Mi Casita Motel was the first place he’d come to as he’d come into town. Mi Casita looked perfect. The place had to look inconspicuous.
He stood up, stretched, looked around the parking lot.
The Cadillac shined in the Tucson sun. He needed to get it washed, but it still looked nice.
From TRINITY SPRINGS FORWARD
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