The trap was set. A few days passed until it delivered. One ugly squirming word was found impaled in it. It created such a racket that she was scared to go anywhere near it. Finally the word died. It stared with its blank eyes at the world and lay motionless. She poked it, just to be sure. It was dead for sure. I have to erase it before it starts to stink, she thought. The trap had other plans. It wanted to eat the word one alphabet at a time. It shook the carcass whenever she came near. She just couldn't understand why a dead word refused to go away silently.
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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