A new snippet: Snowflakes were gently falling from the overcast sky overhead. They would stick to the woolen coats of the passengers, melt at the touch of warm skin, and disappear into drops of water in the gullies. Alila was sitting on a bench at the small and gloomy park next to a skyscraper, holding her chenille knitted jumper tight and shaking her hair off the snow. The ghostly white sky made her stomach churn and while looking around the park she realised the number of people was uncomfortably shrinking. The park was going sacristy quiet, preparing for the reign of the silent snowfall. The turbid sky with its seething clouds sent chills down her spine. When the thunder started belching she had no where to go. She ran to a shelter, the shade of a boutique shop. The snow soon turned into hailstones, which was pattering on the shade. How she wished she hadn't left her keys at home.
