Reality: writing this at 5:03AM. This is what college will do to you.
In any case, still pleased that writing happened instead of doing some silly haiku and getting sleep. Well, pleased now, anyway; perhaps not so pleased tomorrow. But just goes to show: habits can make priorities change, and the changing of this one is enjoyable.
Standard NaNo disclaimer. It is moving slowly; that should be part of the NaNo disclaimer as well. But with any luck, this will take off once I finally sit down and churn out a few thousand words to get the party started.
The train was starting to speed up and Sohan was losing her leverage against the car she was watching. The cold air stung her face, but she kept her eyes narrow, glaring at the slowly moving car. It was odd to be racing a train full of unmoving, uncaring people, but then again she did that against cars every day.
The car slipped away and faces began to cut into each other, her eyes grabbing onto one face before losing it to another. And then–
Her stomach dropped and she had to force her eyes back to the street–but it didn’t work, they just went right back to staring inside the train, and now it was a cold, nauseous catalyst pooling in her legs, knees, and feet, trying to catch up with what her eyes needed to know and what her brain knew would doom her productivity, her mood, her not wanting to fucking drive the bike off the bridge.
If only my insurance covered booze, she thought, still staring at the car. The laugh didn’t come. She pedaled harder, ignoring the beeping of her phone.
