So I wrote this. It’s probably nothing, but I thought I’d post it up here for fun. Also, apparently Elmore Leonard says never to start with the weather, but whatever, I did it. Sorry for the weird spacing as well.
The light was all wrong really. It was that type of weather that makes you angry just in it’s existence.
They sat across the table from each other. His hands were folded in front of him, she was hunched over. It seemed they hadn’t started speaking yet, their bodies were preparing for the worst.
She wanted to run her hands through his hair. She had to remind herself she wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. Her back was starting to ache. The poor posture did a number on her twisted muscles. She didn’t want to sit up or stretch because somehow she equated that to giving up.
There were people around. There had to be. Or else Hattie would start feeling the keys in her pocket and wondering what she could do with them, stopping again and again at the sharp point. Michael would not hold her gaze.
“I’m leaving.” He said, not looking. And she knew it.