Today was a holiday for his brain. A week deserving break after being the grandmaster. But it was the most boring day in his life. He missed his pawns. He missed the checkered board. He missed the calculated moves. He sat there dumbfounded just looked his opponents when he used to utter stalemate. Little did he know that he was being played by life.
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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