He sat up from his death bed and asked for a cigar. It would've been the most natural thing on earth had he not been pronounced dead. For the bystanders and the sorrowing family, it was a bit too much to take. They never saw this coming. His sons had amiably arrived at a decision as to who will have what. His widow had decided to go on a long pilgrimage he would've never given permission for. His friends had decided to visit their favorite bar on the way back after his funeral. But now everything changed, and he was the culprit.
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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