Monday, 15 July 2013

Surf Noir #3

             He stared for a moment back down that stretch of two-lane that led away from town back towards the interstate. It was the direction Ike had looked the day he saw his sister go, and he stared in that direction now, as if perhaps Ellen Tucker would suddenly materialize out of the dust and sunlight, a suitcase tugging at her arm, and walk back to him from the edge of town.

 Tapping the Source
 Kem Nunn


1 comment:

  1. I loved that novel when i first read it, and have it to reread this summer. Great photo to go with quote.