AN UNINTENDED FUTURE

摘要

"There's another one! That's five fisheyes. I win." The croaking voice of old Mr Duvelle mocked his equally seasoned friend as they looked out of the window of the geriatric ward. He was referring to a man outside whose eyes had regressed into an earlier form, resembling the 'pin-hole' eyes of some fish. Mr Higgins lifted his cane with a liver-spotted hand, and stabbed at a hairy fellow who was shuffling down the street on his knuckles. "Ah darn-it," he wheezed through his oxygen mask, "another monkey-boy and I would have won. Five seconds too late.""Five decades too late," Sullivan thought to himself as he overheard the two men's conversation from a few feet away.