Everyone searching him everywhere. But, catching him turning out to be a matter of toil.
A simpleton New York guy whose day job is to be life statue in the Time Square and waiter in a downtown bar just vanished two days ago, after stabbing his boss with a broken beer bottle. He had caught his boss with her girlfriend in his office amidst a sexual act. The importance got added to this “just another” passioned-crime due to being the boss was the brother of the local politician.
Joe’s old nose smells a mixture of sweat, mud and pungent. His eyes went to the devil. He halts in front of it because of the odor being strong here surpassing all the others in the environ. He looks around straining his eyes. Nothing seems to be absurd except the devil.
It is so lively that it seems a man is posing.
The snow has started falling again. Joe sit down to scratch his head. A sneeze startled him and stops his doing.
The devil is sneezing.
(175 words)
Written using Third Person Objective in Historical Present Tense
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