This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
Zane slammed the window open and stared at the pale sky. Pigeons cooed softly nearby. He pinched his nose between his fingers and sighed– firmly turned away from the desk strewn with his accountant’s notes and the mass of red numbers.
A blast of icy air made his cheeks tingle and the dull ache in his head fade. The pale blue sky liquified into a rosy pink. Zane rested his head on the window frame and inhaled the crisp, clean morning.
The clack, clack of the trolley rattled past the alley and broke the spell. Back to work.