An Unremarkable Day (Original Short Story)
It seemed such an unremarkable place. The atmosphere was not tensed or marred in any way. A light breeze floated by casually. The sky was not particularly blue and not grey either, rather an undecided pale colour. One couldn't hear more than a few traffic sounds even with strained ears. And yet, something was off. There were no birds chirping. The breeze was not cold and, instead, just tepid. There was an uneasy dullness in the few sunrays that illuminated the street and the man who stood on it. The man wore a pretty unremarkable grey hoodie and blue jeans and there was nothing that particularly stood out about him. Well, apart from the wide eyes and raised eyebrows as he stared at the cracked screen of his smartphone. There seemed nothing particularly out of place in the white screen and its text bubbles, perhaps not much that seemed to deserve the gasp he let out. Yet one could not shake off a growing unease at the sight of his still body. He seemed to not be breathi...