Monday, August 20, 2018

100 Words a Day 1240


The rain was cascading off my coat in large rivulets moments after I exited of the cab. The dark clouds added a sinister quality to the dirty streets that was normally confined to the alleys. I squinted into the downpour. The block was deserted, except for a lonely sentinel doing his best to huddle under the ragged awning of a corner store. The man blew into his hands and rubbed them, to little effect I assumed. He ducked into the store when he looked up and saw me. I waited several wet minutes in the rain, but he didn’t reemerge.

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