The sun hides behind thick, nimbostratus clouds as sounds become far and distant, a stillness swallowing the bustling city. The sky roars with a blasting echo, a solitary drop hitting the pavement. An imminent thunderstorm is to arrive but the people remain in their ignorant bliss.
The iron gates slowly extend themselves out on Stone Street like a dementor's shadowy embrace, the incessant rattle of the chains making her stomach lurch. She swallows hard to push the bile back down, lighting the cigarette glued to her chapped lips. Her body trembles imagining the nasty things people notice about her and will later share with their friends or to a stranger at the bar.
She throws the cigarette down on the concrete, stomping it to pieces. Aware of her awkward gait, the blood rushes up her neck and spreads across her face, the embarrassment on exhibit for everyone to see. Her fucking shame. Once the humiliation reaches its peak, nothing can destroy her. The faltering is replaced with a charismatic swagger as a sweet smile spreads across her beautiful face, one so bright it illuminates the dark sky.