One Hundred Years of Solitude

the opposite direction, toward
the other dragons tail In the
street across the way, where
the machine guns were also
firing without cease. They
were Penned in. swirling
about in a gigantic whirlwind
that little by little was being
reduced to its epicenter as the
edges were systematically
being cut off all around like
an onion being peeled by the
insatiable and methodical
shears of the machine guns.