During the Month of August 2018, Each day I Wrote Two pages of fiction in my Travelers Notebook. Here are some of the extracts.
August 1st
It was starting to feel as if it had not stopped raining for weeks.The constant grey glom hung over the city making noon seam like twilight. Shades of grey, blue and indigo washed the sky’s filled with heavy drops of rain.
Yet it had only been five days and nights dry and still.
As the sun rose, burning its rays of light through the dark clouds. It was as though its heat began to melt the dark sky in hope that it might be seen..
Sat in a small coffee shop, opposite an empty park. its green ground partly flooded. Puddles of grey blue catching every drop of rain through at it.
A gentlemen at the window table with a cup of hot black coffee, dressed in a tailored black three piece suit sat watching contently as people walked pasted with umbrellas.
Two girls rain past with their bags over their heads, flat shoes and short skirts. They made him turn is head for a second look, before retuning to his coffee.
People sat in hiding from the weather, drying their coats and trousers with a hot drink and a snack.
The warmth of this long summer storm made the rain warm, not refreshing the air. A sudden flash of light from somewhere made people look up and towards the window. Followed by a sudden load rumble above in the distance. Echoing and bring a strange quite to the coffee shop.
He smiled to him self as he pick up the coffee cup in one hand and the saucer in the other. His dark bright eyes transfixed on the darkening sky above, as if pleased. As if receiving some good news.
A girl and her boyfriend- maybe, came in qickly pushing the door open and closing her umbrella, glancing at the table where he sat, for a second their eyes met and she was hypnotised until the touch of the boyfriends hand on her arm.
Smiling to himself as she walked to counter. He still had the charm after all these years. Dark, twisted, irresistible, yet this girl was not his concern today.
Looking back out the window he waited, listening and watching as the storm grow stronger above. as the strikes of light seamed almost continuous and long explosions seamed endless the lights in the shop flickered and the street light went out, and shops on the other side of the park were put in to darkness.
He took this as his que. Standing and straightening his jacket , picking up his umbrella, dropping a tip of £10 on the table with his half hull coffee, he smiled once more at the girl making her blush. Leaving the shop he stopped opened his umbrella. He crossed the road and headed in to the small park towards the shops on the other side.
For a moment she watched and for a second it almost seamed as if he was walking over the puddles rather then through….
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