Publisher's Synopsis
"We were the only remaining passengers, the alien and I. The bus had stalled and everyone, even the driver, had left. The alien was reading the Los Angeles Times while puffing on a frayed cigarette. Now and then it would look outside, blow smoke that would slowly curl into large O's. Mentally, I kept adding n and e after each smoky O so I imagined the word One, a kind of halo or message perpetually hovering over that odd shaped head. Its left wing was resting, at an awkward angle, against the back of the seat. The right one was missing. The creature looked like a one winged angel that had seen better days. I noticed how white its face was. It has swallowed so much salt during its stay on our planet because it ate the bitterness of our world ran through my mind. I had seen it in the past. It had no wing then. The first time was in a movie theater. There was a huge white statue looming at the entrance. When the wind picked up and blew at
