Pilar had expected jalopies and wood-fenced fruit trucks, but they were rare.

to follow the still-curved glass away from the mulching glass

The woman at the mercado

Her arms seemed so thin, like narrow dowels being pushed through syrup.

cobblestone paths winding around willows and palmettos

uneaten tapioca and two tangelos

I drove faster. She was execrable.

she feared he would use the word peripatetic, and soon enough he did

through a field of shale