Why hasn't he called
me?
I pressed my head
against the cold window, a cold freeze of the glass chilled my skin.
I could feel the mild trembling on the window caused by the whipping rain.
Wearing winter clothes, I still felt cold; despite I was indoors. The droplets of
water struck one by one against the glass. Beyond the window, a
glassy sky; distorted by the rain, blended in the colors of gray.
I pulled down my
glasses, making the corridor opening before me, dull and distorted.
The world around me lost all shapes and I could only see lights of
gray in a blue hue. I looked outside of the window; staring far. The
objects close to the window were blurry but I could clearly see the windows
of the apartment blocks far, far ahead.
In the
rain; I could see blazing light. A roaring fire coming from downtown.
With a racing heart, I started trembling.
But a sharp sound
broke the silence, it was my phone ringing. I pulled down my
glasses as I swiped my phone open. The call showed a familiar name on the screen; sighing in relief, it was him.
(10 minutes speed-practice, focusing in a visual style!)
