Dave sat on a stool, looking out of the window . The metropolis outside hummed with activity. Holding onto his cane, he slowly reached for the ready-to-eat meal in his microwave oven, which he had heated up. He grabbed a glove and opened the oven door. Hot warm air blasted in his face, while he took his lunch.
Dave sat at the window, continuing to enjoy the view. The sky was crystal clear and blue, with some clouds here and there. Cars zoomed passed as pedestrians strolled on the side.
In an instant, blue sparks started flying inside the room. Man in black clothes wearing high-tech bullet-proof vest with goggles started appearing. They were holding some sort of lazer gun and started shooting one another. A round hit the wall, scorching it black. And then, they were gone.It only took them 5 seconds to trash Dave's home.
"AYO, WHAT THE..."
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An Old Man's Lunch
Science FictionAn old man trying to get his lunch back. This is my first story btw. What do you think? There may be slight edits throughout the story after it's published.
