The water was rising fast. It's the moon, thought he. Now he could hear it flowing down his cellar steps. I will have to switch to my gills, soon. Something strange was going on. Instead of the usual icy cold water, his feet got scalded. He jumped in pain. The volcano must have burst and the lava would've reached the sea. I will have to get my escape pod now. He grabbed the lever and yanked it with all his might. Something creaked way down. The room shuddered. The floor parted and his escape pod appeared. He jumped in and hit the ignition. Nothing happened. The fuel was frozen. Now all that he had to do was to wait for the scalding water to melt his fuel. But then will his pod start, he never knew. He was floating on his own ocean of uncertainty.
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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