The Horses of the Night
“The impression the color scheme gave was that this aircraft had grown out of an outcropping in New Mexico, from the side of sandstone mesa, a miracle of geology equipped with landing gear.
Anna kept looking over at me, looking up from the contents of yet another red plastic folder. When our eyes met she always gave me a DeVere-quality smile. She returned to her work, whisking various words and figures with yellow highlighter.
She looked over at me so often I began to wonder if she thought I wou...ld vanish, or turn into some other sort of creature altogether. And what was that hint in her eyes? Something about me pleased her.
At night the desert is pure abyss. A human settlement is a sharp concentration of pinpricks. Freeways cast a mange of light, and cars pushed light ahead, bulldozing the dark.
The jet glided onto the runway at Palm Springs. There was the flavor of desert night in the air, and a flavor of lawns, too, of sprinklers raining over bermuda hybrid.
A limousine met us, yet another armored vehicle intended for both comfort, easy ostentation, and the sort of shaded glass window that could, with any luck, stop a bullet.MoreLess
Anna kept looking over at me, looking up from the contents of yet another red plastic folder. When our eyes met she always gave me a DeVere-quality smile. She returned to her work, whisking various words and figures with yellow highlighter.
She looked over at me so often I began to wonder if she thought I wou...ld vanish, or turn into some other sort of creature altogether. And what was that hint in her eyes? Something about me pleased her.
At night the desert is pure abyss. A human settlement is a sharp concentration of pinpricks. Freeways cast a mange of light, and cars pushed light ahead, bulldozing the dark.
The jet glided onto the runway at Palm Springs. There was the flavor of desert night in the air, and a flavor of lawns, too, of sprinklers raining over bermuda hybrid.
A limousine met us, yet another armored vehicle intended for both comfort, easy ostentation, and the sort of shaded glass window that could, with any luck, stop a bullet.MoreLess
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