The wind began to hurry, leaving her swimming in that smell the air carries with it as an impending storm approaches. A few leaves rustled past, scratching the cracking pavement as they danced past her legs and off into the bushes beyond the edge of the road. She pulled her coat closer but decided to not even attempt to pull on the hood with the wind doing what wind does when it gets antsy. Besides, she was headed north, which was against the wind, so she decided "fuck it...just let the damned thing flap."
The sky was darkening quickly, bleeding varied purples into the gray clouds and the first few pelts pattered her hands and eyebrow. She quickened her pace somewhat but after the initial inclination, she allowed the heaviness weighing her spirit to slow her back down to a pace more befitting of a person with nothing to lose and even less to care about. She continued up the road, her forward trudge being more habitual than anything else. All the stories she'd loved as a child surrounded heroes of strength and character...figures that didn't quit. If they didn't quit, well then she wasn't allowed to quit either. It was as though she'd shame them if she did...as if the lessons housed in fictitious sacrifices would somehow be in vain if she couldn't manage to implement them in her here and her now. "With great power comes great responsibility" right? Yeah...and it fuckin' sucks.
The first crackle of thunder broke through the whooshing of the wind and rain came down in heavy waves, draping it's weight on her shoulders in sheets. She was soaked to the skin in no time and only now that it wasn't an option, she strongly craved one of the two remaining cigarettes in the soft pack of Reds she had in her jacket pocket. Good luck with that though huh?
By the third time she'd hummed the entirety of the same song that had been stuck in her head all week, she crested a hill and saw the dim lights of an old diner up ahead. Melancholy aside, a hot cup of coffee, that she may or may not splash with the whiskey left in her flask, accompanied by a sandwich and maybe even some fries was suddenly enough to hasten her step.
She took her first step out of the rain and underneath the lip of the patio she flexed and bent her foot so she could watch the water squish out of the seams of her dirty, red "Chucks" before stepping inside.
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