Post by bloodlust on Jul 14, 2008 21:42:53 GMT 10
This drEary cIrcLe nEver eNDs...
Fortuna lay her head back on the graffitied wall of the bus shelter.
She closed her hazel eyes to the grey skys of this particually miserable day.
She hated days like this-they reminded her of her old life back in Ireland. One that she was trying to escape.
She loathed the rain. Unfortunatley, her disgust didn't stop it from pouring down, and she pulled her grey trench coat tighter around her as the wind picked up and the drizzle blew lightly into the confines of the small tin shelter.
There was no escape.
Fortuna just wished the bus would hurry up and arrive. The rain had put a stop to her plans, and she was stuck for another half hour waiting alone for the unreliability of the public transport system.
As if the day couldn't get any worse.