<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Street on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/street/</link><description>Recent content in Street on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/street/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Entering Rubber Society 4: The Streets</title><link>/stories/2014/06/17/entering-rubber-society-4-the-streets/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/17/entering-rubber-society-4-the-streets/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="enteringrubbersociety3.html"&gt;part three&lt;/a&gt;
Part 4: The Streets&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Katherine proceeded down the street slowly, each tiny step taking her only a few centimeters along her way. The rain was not strong, it seldom was in the city, but constant, providing a softening and blurriness to the distance. The damp streets and pavements could have been treacherous but she found her balance improving as she walked and the pavement did not seem to be slickened by the rain. She was thankful for the improved surface materials of the day and for the lack of oil and grease. She recalled that only a few decades before, cars and buses disgorged vast amounts of grimy filth into the air and onto every horizontal surface. She thought she remembered reading about terrible fogs, but that may have been from an even earlier time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bagged</title><link>/stories/2008/09/30/bagged/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/09/30/bagged/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was hotter than he had expected.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Granted, it was October and the weather outside had taken on a definite fall chill in the air so the radiator inside the apartment was steaming full blast, but he had not thought that it would be so warm and actually humid bundled as he was in the two huge, zip-tied trash bags. He was sweating bullets, and starting to reek from his own body odor in the close confines, never mind the rancid smelling garbage that Judy had dumped into the bags and over him before going to bed - how long ago?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>