The moon shines bright. The river glitters -- it's polluted. The streets are wide and paved with litter. Our notions of what's sweet or bitter are refuted. Over grilled swordfish, a mobster plots against his rival. On the moonlit street, a single shot; weighted and sunk, the body rots in Spuyten Duyvil.
Copyright 1993 Edward Gaillard. All rights reserved.