He had planned everything right. He sneaked past the guards. He bypassed the alarm. He hid on the loft till the building was empty. Now all he had to do was to climb up the turret and jump. He looked at the world that lay before him before he took the plunge. Little did he know that it was at the same moment that gravity decided to quit.
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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