Streets Near The Radio Station, Friday Morning
The street just outside the radio station was quiet, for the time of day. Some empty-faced people were milling around, a cartoon dog was sniffing at the grass, and a rickshaw stood by the side of the road. Quietly, all of them silent, as if they were waiting for something else to switch them on.
There was silence and rain.
There was a sudden blur of motion and dust.
There was silence again.
Edward blinked. He looked down from the balcony he had suddenly found himself seated on, at the ground, where his feet had left tracks in the mud so thin they were practically invisible.
"Well," he said, "That is certainly different."
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There was silence and rain.
There was a sudden blur of motion and dust.
There was silence again.
Edward blinked. He looked down from the balcony he had suddenly found himself seated on, at the ground, where his feet had left tracks in the mud so thin they were practically invisible.
"Well," he said, "That is certainly different."
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