Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Excerpt #5

There was a boy standing in front of her, his ebony jacket a stark contrast to the soft colours and broken shades of the others clothes. She could vaguely smell the warm scent of worn leather peeling off of it. She wondered what he would order. Ellen stood by her side, crunching a ten dollar note in her long fingers. The morning air was cold, crisp and fresh. Behind them she could hear the hollow barks of the mechanical dog as it bounded up the street amidst wafting scents of market food.

1 comment:

Melee said...

I've loved all these excerpts you've posted; they're so beautifully evocative. Are they excerpts from something you're writing?