They say the force field was down when the meteor hit. He was a child then. The meteor had divided the dwelling into two. The upper and the lower. The meteor's radioactive core also changed the people in these two areas. The upper beings resembled humans while the lower beings resembled nothing anyone was familiar with. So in all senses they became the lower forms. The one thing that unsettled the upper beings was that the lower beings had special powers and could control anything they wished. This irked a few upper beings as to how someone who can control someone else be called a lower being? Soon they were called outcasts and were pegged in between the two. They were the ones who leaked this story and called for an intergalactic intervention. So today the world will decide who is the real lower and who the upper. But the middle stays the same.
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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