From A Week in December by Sebastian Faulks, takes place in west:
"a cyclist with no lights...going against not one but two red trafffic signals, balancing his almost-static bicycle with smart pedal work as he forded through the twin stream of green-lit cars and lorries, then, as death brushed either shoulder, fishing a mobile phone from his pocket and initiating a call. While the traffic braked and swerved round him, he put both feet down so he could shake his spare fist more vehemently against them."
From A Week in December by Sebastian Faulks, takes place in west:
"a cyclist with no lights...going against not one but two red trafffic signals, balancing his almost-static bicycle with smart pedal work as he forded through the twin stream of green-lit cars and lorries, then, as death brushed either shoulder, fishing a mobile phone from his pocket and initiating a call. While the traffic braked and swerved round him, he put both feet down so he could shake his spare fist more vehemently against them."
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