aracterPhil The sun was setting. Far to the east, threatening black clouds arose from the fumes of pollution from the several smokestacks towering over the city. The streets were pocks 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 …showed first 75 words of 401 total…

…showed last 75 words of 401 total…of the items on top of the counter. Finally done, he looked one last time to make sure everything was right, a low slanted ceiling hung over head. Years of exposure to acid rain caused the wood to decay. Wood fillings were occasionally used to patch up the holes, the shop was in order, and he flicked off the lights and rummaged through his pockets for his keys. Phil locked up the store and left.