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The giant is only visible as a silhouette on the city skyline. He shows himself as a shadow in the spaces between buildings.
The giant’s hand is large enough to pick up two taxicabs at once. He plucks the taxis right off the street and raises them to the height of a skyscraper.
The giant squeezes the cars in his massive fist.
A warm rain of gasoline and blood is falling on Montreal.
In the dream, I’m on my way to make peace with Bobby Sands.
Bobby’s my next-door neighbour, but we haven’t been very neighbourly lately. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken. So long that I can hardly remember what set off the feud in the first place. Something trivial.
Now Bobby’s in jail and he’s starving himself and he’s going to die.
When I pull up to the prison grounds, a silent ambulance arrives at the same time as I do. The sky is clouding over and turning purple. That’s when I realize that I’m too late.