* "There's a pidgeon here, it's sick," Ian said in the front garden. He didn't bother to look at first. He was reading City At The End Of Time and did not feel well - and Ian's endless enthusiasms were exhausting. He looked inside to the cool of the house. The pool burbled occasionally beside him. Not so far away, the ever chaotic traffic of Bangkok growled and snarled; and people sat inside their tin cans. He deliberately looked down now as the Sky Train flew high across the darkened streets at night, the open air markets, the derelict buildings, the condos, the ancient style Thai shops and the glistening malls.
The White Pidgeon
The White Pidgeon
The White Pidgeon
* "There's a pidgeon here, it's sick," Ian said in the front garden. He didn't bother to look at first. He was reading City At The End Of Time and did not feel well - and Ian's endless enthusiasms were exhausting. He looked inside to the cool of the house. The pool burbled occasionally beside him. Not so far away, the ever chaotic traffic of Bangkok growled and snarled; and people sat inside their tin cans. He deliberately looked down now as the Sky Train flew high across the darkened streets at night, the open air markets, the derelict buildings, the condos, the ancient style Thai shops and the glistening malls.