A pothole opened on the road. It was deep and dark and wet, like a demon’s den. Cars tried to avoid it. Some made it.

It grew deeper and darker. There was a mist inside, hellish. When there weren’t any cars left, for the hole had swallowed them all, people went their ways on foot and tried going around it. Some could actually get home safe and half sound.

Cracks opened around the hole. Night drew zipping lightning bolts on the pavement. People stayed close enough to watch. Their eyes walked along the cracks. Imagination pictured pogoing silhouettes going past or coming out and falling back into the immense pit.

I remember it had started out as a little fissure. Now it has consumed the whole city. Whatever happened between beginning and end?

A pothole opened on the road. People just avoided it, and that made all the difference. That’s pretty much the story I wanted to tell you.

Some details may escape me now; for example, as I sat right here last night, I heard some voices coming from the house next-door. The girl was intoxicated again. They should have taken her to the hospital, but the hole had spread just too big and deep; it had become, indeed, impossible to avoid (at least for them). They were stuck in the place. She babbled and screamed. They cried out awful unintelligible stuff. They cursed, too. But tonight they are quiet. I think they must've gone there, stood too close perhaps. They must have fallen really deep.

Kind of stuff happening right next to you. Life’s awkward.

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