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| − | Rain falls from a cold black sky, turning the streets and sidewalks outside into a impressionistic panorama of glittering facades and faceless pedestrians. | + | Rain falls from a cold black sky, turning the streets and sidewalks outside into a impressionistic panorama of glittering facades and faceless pedestrians. From within the comfortable confines of the car, the world outside is rendered down to little more than a distant slideshow as the Bentley Mulsanne slides through the narrow streets of the Tenderloin. Warm air and cool jazz circulate through the Mulsanne's cabin lulling Waraj Sind into a comfortable lassitude. The Tenderloin his been his home for over seventy years, and in the flashing strobe of oncoming headlights his mind drifted back to those first early nights after his unnoticed arrival like so many other post-world war refuges seeking to escape their pasts and reinvent themselves on this distant shore. |
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Revision as of 14:18, 18 October 2020
Tale of the Fox
Thursday, March 19th, 2020, at 11:50pm
Rain falls from a cold black sky, turning the streets and sidewalks outside into a impressionistic panorama of glittering facades and faceless pedestrians. From within the comfortable confines of the car, the world outside is rendered down to little more than a distant slideshow as the Bentley Mulsanne slides through the narrow streets of the Tenderloin. Warm air and cool jazz circulate through the Mulsanne's cabin lulling Waraj Sind into a comfortable lassitude. The Tenderloin his been his home for over seventy years, and in the flashing strobe of oncoming headlights his mind drifted back to those first early nights after his unnoticed arrival like so many other post-world war refuges seeking to escape their pasts and reinvent themselves on this distant shore.
