Someone knocked me down. I didn't know who. I was happily lost in my world when that someone collided in to my dreams and shattered everything. All I could feel was the air evading my groping hands. I came crashing down. I heard the muted curse of my assailant. I heard the neighbor's dog. I heard the rats scurrying. I heard everything. Except for my tormentor's approach.
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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