the smuggler’s bible

Edgar Barton

The bus doesn’t stop for him. It appears out of a humming whine and shaves the curve close enough to the shoulder that he can see his reflection shoot past in the dusty windows. Edgar eats the grit that gets tossed up and considers it worth it for the breeze the big machine makes as it rumbles by.

A poster on the back says to vote Danny Iverson for mayor, and Danny’s face is so big that the bus is a few miles gone before his grin shimmers to nothing in the heat. His eyes are the last to go.