Swan Song
“December’s chill was in the July air, and a black, icy rain continued to fall on the ruins of Manhattan.Sister Creep and Artie Wisco stood together atop a ridge of wreckage and looked west. Fires were still burning across the Hudson River, in the oil refineries of Hoboken and Jersey City-but other than the orange flames, the west was without light. Raindrops pattered on the warped, gaily colored umbrella that Artie had found in what remained of a sporting goods store. The store had also yielded up other treasures-a Day-Glo orange nylon knapsack strapped to Artie’s back, and a new pair of sneakers on Sister Creep’s feet. In the Gucci bag around her shoulder was a charred loaf of rye bread, two cans of anchovies with the handy keys that rolled the lids back, a package of ham slices that had cooked in the plastic, and a miraculously unbroken bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale that had survived the destruction of a deli. It had taken them several hours to cover the terrain between upper Fift...h Avenue and their first destination, the Lincoln Tunnel.MoreLess
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