The Gravity of Birds. Tracy Guzeman

disappeared as they passed between a series of hills. Humid air from the vents targeted Stephen’s neck. It was like being trapped in a mobile version of his office at Murchison & Dunne.

      Finch raised his chin and sniffed the air. ‘Bananas really aren’t appropriate for a road trip. The fast food I can understand, but unless it’s an apple, or a prune, fruit isn’t the best choice.’ He was secretly glad to be out of his daughter’s clutches, free to enjoy a meal of fat, sodium, and limp vegetable bits with suspect nutritional value without someone chiding him about the dangers of cholesterol and high blood pressure. ‘I should have gotten a bigger trash bag. How can someone as meticulous as you appear to be about certain things travel like this?’