ANGEL RIDES SHOTGUN

THEY ARE IN LOVE.

THEY ARE ARMED.

She has a shotgun, a failing car and no reason to trust a road that keeps changing its mind.

He has wings, bad timing and no useful explanation for whether heaven threw him out or is waiting somewhere ahead.

Together they drift through the cheap rooms and bright distances of America — diners, forecourts, laundromats, hold-ups, bad weather, worse coffee and the small kindnesses that keep a person moving.

EVERYBODY CAN SEE HE IS AN ANGEL.

Nobody agrees on what that means. Least of all him.

ANGEL RIDES SHOTGUN is an impossible love story with no beginning to solve and no ending to soften.

She remembers what happened.

He remembers something else.

The road remembers neither of them correctly.