At this hour, the suburb was desolate, with no natural distinctive features; flat and sparsely dotted with newly planted trees. Snow whirled across the road in a fury of wind. Settlers had fought drought and blistering cold, recession, depression, boom and bust; they had pretty much decimated the grassland’s original human and animal inhabitants only to come up with drab rows of interchangeable raised bungalows occasionally interrupted by strips of low-rent townhouses. Robyn took a long drag on her cigarette; it was kind of funny if you thought about it.
In thirty years, the city will be famous for its sprawl. Robyn will raise a fruit-forward glass of well-structured Syrah to her lips, a line of silver bracelets clattering down her arm. She will pause before sipping and declare to her gu
