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04/26/09(Sun)13:04 No.2492819A
smell of smoke sneaks through the window, slowly reaching the nose of a
young man. It takes a while for him to notice it, his sense of smell
gone weak after enduring his own stench for a couple of weeks. Finishing
what he was doing on the computer, grunting with effort to raise out of
the chair. His body resents the sudden movement, as he seizes the
moment to stretch out his pale limbs. He walks toward the open
window, only to struggle against it trying to shut it. He has the
sudden realization of why the window remains open, even though he hates
hearing the busy city outside his room. It won't budge, no matter how
much he tries. Not that he has made a serious attempt in the past, but
it's too much of a bother.
Sighing, he leans in the window sill.
The white noise of human activity that bothers him is no longer there.
Hasn't been there for a few days now. Sniffing, he finds the source of
the foul smoke. A building going up in flames, a couple blocks down.
There's nobody trying to control it, no sirens, no curious onlookers,
no chains of buckets filled with water. Just the foul smell of burning plastic. |