Introduction

Haven't I had enough for one life? Enough of everything, you know? Turn away from the bay past huge windmill's churning power into the grid and then on into the long flat of the highway. Still kind of pretty now. Not a pretty that you would go out of your way to see, but a far sight prettier than this road becomes. There were three billboards in quick succession, and there was a part of a face on each. And this gray sunken face smiled. Or, no, not that. It's like a smile, but angry. What's like a face, but drifting?