Wymar was the city of wind. It was nestled between hills. Each house had a weathervane, with some icon that glinted in the sun: a silver lark, a spinning solar system, a blue-and-white teacup that crawled with Sina-style dragons, a whale, a bionic dancer in heels. They swiveled and creaked. Laundry fluttered on lines that were weighed down with round, golden ornaments in the shape of fruit. Shirts and underpants were clipped on with steel teeth.
This is a chapter of the novel I was trying to write last November. The novel fell apart, but this is one part I really liked (and is seasonally appropriate!), so I thought I’d share it. This is pretty much the raw version, with minimal edits. (There’s background in the linked post, but it isn’t too helpful. All you really need to know is that Linus and Zeo are the main characters, their bots are Linx and Argon, and they’re touring the world.)