Shelter from the storm
Still fighting against the Real World draining my creative brain cell and surprisingly managed to write a few hundred words this weekend.
Here's a little snippet from chapter four of Ask Me Anything, which I hope to finish this week.
‘You can’t walk home in this.’ He spoke firmly. A low rumble rolled through the thick, night sky above.
‘I’ll be fine!’ She smiled, shrugging, almost shouting, the rain coming in heavier, roaring, building up like a wall around them. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her chest as a gust of wind blew.
‘No, you won’t.’ His reply almost drowned out by the wave of noise that clattered around them. They stood before each other, locked in a stalemate. The rain fell. He felt his t-shirt sticking to his back, the chill from the water causing goosebumps to prickle over his skin. She glanced in the direction of her home.
He shook his head, the sound of the storm drowning out the words he uttered under his breath as he strode the two steps back to the clinic. He hurriedly unlocked the door, throwing it open as huge round raindrops pounded to the cobblestone of the square, the white noise of the downpour enveloping them.
He turned, their eyes meeting in the dark. She looked up at him, frozen to the spot, her eyes wide, her skin glistening. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her inside, slamming the door shut behind her, the sound absorbing the breathless gasp he knew would have fallen from her lips.
The room was dim, the glow from the streetlight on the corner falling onto the tile floor of the empty space, casting shadows on the wall. A flash of white burst through. The air between them hummed as outside the sky boomed, cracking open. She ran her hands through her soaked hair, sweeping the strands from her face. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, drops of water crawling along his skin. He stepped closer, their eyes met.
