It was loud enough to rattle his eardrums. He was amazed how such a tiny thing can produce such a racket. Try dropping one again, someone urged him. He hesitated, it was an open invitation. He wanted to drop them all. He wanted to wake up the dead. He grabbed the pack and threw them high up in the air so that when gravity reclaims them they will all explode one by one. But, they never came crashing down, the magnet had other plans for them.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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