

Carcinogenic RetributionShe huddled there, balanced precariously on a freezing steel set-up that was so stark andCarcinogenic Retribution
lifeless that it could only self-respectingly depend on its function over form. Worn-soled
shoes slid over frost gathered on the lower pipe of the bike-rack-parading-as-street-art,
drawing obscenities from chapped lips. It was up for serious debate if the cold or her
cigarette could steal the scant moisture from her mouth quicker.
Hip-deep in the collection of frail two-wheeled excuses for transportation, she didn't
notice the other until pale hands interrupted her fervent study of the sidewalk. She
bent