They found him frozen stiff in his living room. His comp had a half finished email to an unknown recipient. The mail read like this. By the time you get this it would be too late. They would've found me frozen stiff with this email to you. But I will never tell them who you are. For that I will have to omit your e-mail id. So if you get to read this mail, check for the hidden clues. The usual ones. Peace.
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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