Maggie Sand

Portofino

Sunny shifted into 4th gear as he gained speed in a red Portofino hauling out of thick city traffic. Behind him, sunset melted the skyline into a hot pink shimmer. The Portofino purred as Sunny slid it into 5th. The streets stretched and began to thin. Soon, the city seemed far behind. A highway carried Sunny through fields and pastures dotted with palm and citrus trees. Every few miles, a cluster of houses would appear, with chicken coops and donkeys in the dirt front yards. The air was a cool pale lilac hue now, the light not quite yet blue.