I got inspired and wrote these three pages real quick. I think it has promise. Something else to work on.
From a gutted loft in an abandoned business district downtown, she looks out a dusty window on a deserted street. The last rays of the day’s sun sweep across the old buildings across the street, shining down from somewhere behind her view. A small kick in the wind blows some leaves in a circle and some crumpled paper into the gutter. There aren’t a lot of trees down there, but there’s plenty of garbage.
A face from one of the many shattered windows appears in one of the red-brick buildings across from her. It’s a tired face, a hungry face with dark skin and a messy afro on top its head. Far below the face walks a skinny white man in torn up blue jeans and a matching jacket, talking…
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