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Once upon a time, in a far away place where weather seems to be congruent with the minds of its people, a somebody lived. Everyday, that somebody would wake up ahead of the alarm bells that was normally set before that somebody headed to sleep at night. The ticking of the clock was quite reminscent of a big ben that i drowned the normal vestiges of sleep once the cock crows in the morning.
That somebody would take the normal routine of a human being to include disposal of wastes and the needed upkeep of hygiene - perhaps a normal human being is expected to indulge into without being told. Today, the early morning was quite unusual. The cock no longer crows, and the other room's cuckoo clock was simple silent - at least for awhile. The constant humming of early morning commuters' car engine seems to be aptly absent. No smell of cooking garlic and rice in the nearby kitchen nor the usual bang bangs and clang clangs of the utensils within the neighborhood. Unusual! Somebody muttered. The only other creature breathing oxygen in the room was the half awake dog who seems to be unperturbed by the unusual morning accounts.
Nevertheless, somebody proceeded with the rest of the usual stuff that somebody has to indulge before leaving for work when, suddenly, the mobile phone rang! It kept on ringing but since both hands of somebody were preoccupied with a garment and an accessory, the ringing just stopped. That was a sign! Somebody has to rush or else somebody will be late! So rush somebody did and grabbed the jacket hanging in solitude in one of the dismembered chairs and off to the path down the street.
But lo! Things just seem to be not right! Somebody muttered some profanity but went on running, completely breathless now. Everything was a complete white. It looks like heaven has finally descended in this far away place. Though, hard to decipher at first, but then this is no miracle, nor a magic that most of the townfolk would sometimes refer to. It is a fog, it still is a fog. For others this may look like a phenomena that should be taken into great consideration, but, well, it should not be. Mysterious as it may seem, somebody was already groping with visibility considering the thick fog just to make sure that the colleagues are still there and will still have a transport in going to the office.
Anyhow, somebody was able to manage to catch up on the wheels - just in time. And, within moments, everyone was exclaiming - that was a nice one - a walk in the fog. Why don't anybody care to have a story on this?
-Fin-
That somebody would take the normal routine of a human being to include disposal of wastes and the needed upkeep of hygiene - perhaps a normal human being is expected to indulge into without being told. Today, the early morning was quite unusual. The cock no longer crows, and the other room's cuckoo clock was simple silent - at least for awhile. The constant humming of early morning commuters' car engine seems to be aptly absent. No smell of cooking garlic and rice in the nearby kitchen nor the usual bang bangs and clang clangs of the utensils within the neighborhood. Unusual! Somebody muttered. The only other creature breathing oxygen in the room was the half awake dog who seems to be unperturbed by the unusual morning accounts.
Nevertheless, somebody proceeded with the rest of the usual stuff that somebody has to indulge before leaving for work when, suddenly, the mobile phone rang! It kept on ringing but since both hands of somebody were preoccupied with a garment and an accessory, the ringing just stopped. That was a sign! Somebody has to rush or else somebody will be late! So rush somebody did and grabbed the jacket hanging in solitude in one of the dismembered chairs and off to the path down the street.
But lo! Things just seem to be not right! Somebody muttered some profanity but went on running, completely breathless now. Everything was a complete white. It looks like heaven has finally descended in this far away place. Though, hard to decipher at first, but then this is no miracle, nor a magic that most of the townfolk would sometimes refer to. It is a fog, it still is a fog. For others this may look like a phenomena that should be taken into great consideration, but, well, it should not be. Mysterious as it may seem, somebody was already groping with visibility considering the thick fog just to make sure that the colleagues are still there and will still have a transport in going to the office.
Anyhow, somebody was able to manage to catch up on the wheels - just in time. And, within moments, everyone was exclaiming - that was a nice one - a walk in the fog. Why don't anybody care to have a story on this?
-Fin-
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