A young woman searches for her missing twin sister in a foreign country called America. On the road, she encounters a series of strangers who help her navigate its topography, including a cowboy in a pink Cadillac, a sadistic law enforcement agent, a pulp fiction novelist, the regulars at a nuclear bomb-themed dive bar, and a man who befriends mannequins.
ocks of red hair spilling over my face. I took it while holding the phone over my head and kneeling on a bed with red silk sheets, which were faintly visible in the background. I was topless and had my free arm draped across my chest, presumably to preserve a modicum of modesty.
"What kind of a picture is that?" Mitch asked with a scoff.
"The only one of her I have," the man replied with a carefree shrug. "Have you seen her?"
"Yeah, on the security camera," he said and pointed out the clunky old camera perched over the top shelf of booze. "Apparently she and some other guy had it out with Randall, who was the bar tender on shift before me, and his buddy Ian. A customer who followed them outside said they left in a pink Cadillac."
"Pink Cadillac," the man repeated with glee. "So this customer who followed them out, he didn't by any chance get a license plate number, did he?"
Mitch nodded. "As a matter of fact he did, but it'll cost you another bill, though."
The man le
This is a largely unrefined story that could have benefited from a good editor and a merciless rewrite. It's interesting but mostly as a patchwork of isolated ideas and borrowed materials. There is pulp potential here that is never reached despite pulling some gritty moments. It comes together awkwardly and is in desperate need of a proofreader.
That said, I'm intrigued by the writing as a whole and would like to see future works from this author.