A loud bang shattered the silence of the night. Must be the outlaws, she thought. There was another bang, this time closer. Now she heard strange noises coming up her drive way. Another bang, and she almost dropped the milk pail in her hand. A cold sweat broke. She started shivering. Like a ghost she glided towards the front window and peeped out. There she saw him. He was a huge man. Looked like he was bending over in submission. She couldn't make out what was happening in the dark. Then she heard him mutter under his breath, "Darn these carburettors".
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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