... the fact that his long, elongated chin had just slammed into the impenetrable ground. Eric laughed quietly to himself, realising that he would not be allowed to die that easily. He would have to make more of an effort than just allowing his neck muscles to relax. Eric focused on the street and actually began to admire it. Taking in the splendour of the footpath in he mused on its colour, the right combination of good and evil so as to form the lifeless colour of grey. "Funny," he thought to himself. "People drive up and down this street every day and do not even understand what they are driving on." Realising that Eric did not quite understand what the meaning of the colour was, he glanced back at the grey street again. This time it looked like there were more speckled fragments of black than white. The blackness of the street was ...

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