LAST TIME TOURISTS IN THE BIG CITY
by Matthew Sanborn Smith
The sweepers in New Boston polished the dark marble streets until they mirrored the city above them, and even with the traffic rolling over the roads all day long, we could check our teeth in them for bits of food. The reflections gleamed so sharply that, face down as we lay, we spent the last nanoseconds of our lives marveling at how filthy were the oily undercarriages of the buses and automobiles which ran us down.
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