“We landed late in the morning, the sun already high and unapologetic about it. Memphis light isn’t shy: it hits you straight on, wide and warm, like it’s got nothing to hide. After the night flight, the private entrance, the careful choreography meant to keep our names out of mouths for as long as possible, that brightness felt almost intrusive, but I didn’t mind. I’d always preferred things that announced themselves instead of moving in the shadows.”
Categories: Long Stories