Literature
The worst conversation I ever had.
A rainy saturday morning, the car splashes through Puddles, alone on the road. There is not much Wind, But why would anyone want to be out and about in this weather? The car turns off the main road, on and slowly rolls through the narrow road between houses and pastures. The car makes one more turn, up a Steep hill. Ice and snow piles lay along the drive way. As the car is parked, the driver steels himself for what is to come. This is going to be uncomfortable at best.. He gets out, locks the car and heads towards the white house with its black trim. Some small piles of snow are melting in the flower beds. The steel gray clouds seem to boil, and Big heavy rain drops splash all around him, on him. He is soaked by the time he enters. A knot in his stomach, he feels ready to vomit. He hangs up his coat on a hook, leaving his car keys in the pocket. A patchwork sixpence gets hung on the next hook, and he steps in to the hall. The stairs and the hall make for less then 20 m walk, it feels