Zik straddled Bombay, brought her heels to its torso, and held on tight as its mechanical legs whirred into life. “A whole cluster, untethered, unbothered, what a sight! So you see why you have to buy my mangoes, they’ve been blessed by clouds!” “You don’t see that often,” the trader had said to the crowd, grappling her basket of mangoes. The nearest cloud cluster was sixty miles away, almost an hour’s journey if Bombay went at top speed.Ī fruit trader had seen it on her way to Sabon-Gari, floating lazily across the azure sky.
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