The city so quiet, in that moment, that he could hear the gulls. Then a car passed, an antique Rolls… — William Gibson
The city so quiet, in that moment, that he could hear the gulls.
Then a car passed, an antique Rolls, unoccupied, its driver a dash-top homunculus, in what he took to be a tiny chauffeur’s uniform.
He walked on, intent on milk, his dreams of skating forgotten.
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