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Hubert walked briskly. Not unusually - just as someone who was determined to reach their destination. That is how he has always walked but today he felt as if his briskness was an escaped from a pursuit by an unknowing enemy. He was stopped by the red signal at a crosswalk and prompted by an unknown desire, he raised his eyes to find the setting sun. He saw it above a building that was not too tall nor too wide and the modern facade of the building was adorned by a gargoyle that was wearing thick rimmed glasses. The sun hasn't reached the horizon yet but an unseasonal fog has caused the light to die away. The sight made Hubert uneasy and he t

Hubert walked briskly. Not unusually - just as someone who was determined to reach their destination. That is how he has always walked but today he felt as if his briskness was an escaped from a pursuit by an unknowing enemy. He was stopped by the red signal at a crosswalk and prompted by an unknown desire, he raised his eyes to find the setting sun. He saw it above a building that was not too tall nor too wide and the modern facade of the building was adorned by a gargoyle that was wearing thick rimmed glasses. The sun hasn't reached the horizon yet but an unseasonal fog has caused the light to die away. The sight made Hubert uneasy and he t

The slumbering figure turned in a quest to find escape from the intruding light. She moaned and puckered her eyelids but the light continued to seep unflinchingly from a thin crease left open. After a few twists and rolls, she had almost settled on her sunken belly, steadying the posture with a folded knee with her face safely tucked under the quivering shoulder. She was about to sink back into the dreamless sleep when an idle wonderment caught her attention. She felt exerted beyond acceptance as if she had walked a long distance but conversely, there was also a lingering sense of unease, something that clutched at her subconsciousness demand

"Oi!" The voice was gay and held a piercing excitement rare enough to make him freeze at the spot. He turned in search of the source and easily found it as one finds highlighted words in a paragraph. The girl had a proud posture and stood erect holding her waist as if it would run away if she didn't. Her face was colored by an unfazed eagerness that matched the one in her voice. "I know you, don't I?" The pulsating living energy in her voice, made him feel a sudden dryness in his throat. "Do you?" He eventually responded after an unusually long pause. "Yes! I have read your stories." She clamored and he noticed that her voice was unusually lo