Nothing nice has lights.

“The promise of a storm creates a clamor on the news, so I drive down a day early, without calling. M was right, it isn’t far, though with Gram in Bonita Springs and M’s siblings variously scattered, there had never been much reason to visit. And instead of the granite courthouse and hunched hickories like I was promised, I’m welcomed by motel marquees, the soporific blue glimmer of the Moon-Glo Diner, and the flashing proclamation that Gold Rush Pawn is Open All Nite. Nothing nice has lights.”
Enter, If You Care” by Caroline Beimford, Zoetrope, Summer 2015

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