Small piece from my graphic novel project.
" - The breath of the City was enveloping us - clouds of yellow smoke from a multitude of factory pipes. Some of the passengers hid their faces under the headscarves. Yet, I could not take my eyes off the endless rust-red maze that was floating fifty feet under the keel. Here and there, the power-saws of the workers sparked when flaying the metal carcasses of dead giants. There were hills formed from iron sheets, scraps of pipes and empty fuel tanks. And, it seemed to me, in the midst of all this, I saw children playing, conquering rusty castles, jumping over gorges, and throwing nuts at the monsters flying slowly over them."
Garreth McDee pocket note