Devon’s Volvo broke down on Red Clay Road outside an old house. a light shown through the kitchen window. rain soaked through his coat and shoes in the short distance from the car to the house.
a young woman answered his knock and let him in out of the rain.
she dried his clothes, fed him mini tangerines from California, brewed him a pot of loose leaf tea, and let him fall in love with her one awkward smile at a time.
by morning the rain had cleared. the car was towed. and they both knew the words to “Suzanne”.