MY SAD LIFE
The sun was setting. Far to the east, threatening black clouds arose from the fumes of pollution from the several smoke stacks towering over the city. The streets were pock marked and dented with the recent shower of acid rain. Hot boiling steam from the sewers made the temperature of day much hotter than it really was. Just outside the borders of the city is a lake covered with muck and crude oil spills. Death and despair floated aimlessly on the surface of the unhospitable body of water. Corpses of dead fish, seagulls... bobbed just under the rim of the black slime. The black slime sensing fresh prey, extended it's corrupt and revolting tendrils farther...until it caught another unsuspecting victim, choking and
Yet few doors were still open, desperate for any last minute customers. Looking at Phil with his characteristic limp, slouched posture and bulging belly one might think him an extremely unathletic person. Most shops were already abandoned, finished for the day. He failed t o notice a dark shadow spying on him as he counted the bills he had earned today, and put it away into his black leather wallet. Phil, though by all means not an old man, showed signs of premature aging. Stores got ready to lock up and street lights were turned on to aid the bread winners, so they may travel safely. With shaking skinny hands, Phil slowly put away the last of the items on top of the counter. Anderson had worked as a pharmacist for most of his life. His skin was pale and dry, wrinkled by the everyday punishment of the deteriorating sorroundings. Night set in, the stars were obscured by thick blankets of smoke. Looking one last time to make sure the shop was in order, Phil locked up the store and left. Few were fortunate enough to own automobiles so they could avoid the cold dangerous streets and dark alleyways. Smog was still thick in the air causing him to cough repeatedly. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
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