Noel Brisbane walked toward his beat-up Volvo.
Fuzzy Glow. Cottonwood seeds caught in a mesquite tree.
Photo by Katja Schulz via Flickr
The Volvo was the quintessential Tucson car.
No rust, very few dents. There were probably several hundred cars just like it in Tucson. A legion of beige four-doors, baking under the desert sun.
The desert sky was pitch black. A mesquite branch caught Noel’s shirt and ripped the skin of his upper arm.
Noel reached for the thorn, covering his eyes as a flashlight glared into them.
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