One little 75ish-word snippet of a first attempt. Nothing is going very well but hopefully that’ll change when I reorganize my priorities–beginning a novel at 2AM is not the best idea…
The rain was hurling itself at my face and I sneered at the gray sky, a betrayer to the integrity of my pants and coat. I had no umbrella and could only tug my sleeves down lower, my coat around tighter, shove my hands further into my pockets. I shouldn’t show up to work in such a state, but at this point, it hardly mattered anyway…
