It is a night unlike another. Tomorrow could see him taking off for greener pastures or pulled back in the same cesspool. The appointment letter is in hand, but his family is not happy about his emigration to another country.
The skies are dark gray and laden with clouds. A storm is expected to hit the shores anytime.
He can see the lights on in certain windows. Maybe they wish to taste the storm.
Like many others, he goes to bed hoping the storm passes over. The next week might see him on another shore, safely delivered by the storm.
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