Sentence Challenge – Day 5

*My sentence challenge is simple. I craft, design and ruthlessly edit one sentence until I like it. The only rules are to write one in a given day and to like the finished product.

Day 5

Raindrops slid down the forty-sixth floor window in unison, leaving vertical streaks that distorted her view of the city lights.

Day 25 – Unstuck and on a roll

Day twenty-five of My 365 Day Writing Project.

Time: 2.5 hours

Words: 2,300

After getting a bit stuck in the story yesterday, I picked up today where I left off with no problem. The story flowed naturally. Like a reader commented on Day 24, sometimes a break is the best thing. She is absolutely right. Yesterday, I was staggering and stumbling in the story when I decided to break for the night. It was the right choice. Today, I found my legs again and the story did too. One thing I know for certain: my creative process is most fruitful when it happens organically.

Here is a raw, unedited snippet I wrote today:

“Is everything all right, Ms. Battelle?” asked Lisa, looking concerned.

“I think so. I hope so,” replied Skylar, trying to appear calm. She put on her coat and grabbed her things. She was about to step out into the hallway when she saw Marisa standing by the reception desk. Skylar stopped in her tracks, waiting for an opportunity to slip out unnoticed. She could feel Lisa watching her, but she had no time to worry about appearances now. Finally, Marisa walked away and went into her office. Skylar said goodbye to Lisa one last time and scooted out to the elevator. The doors opened immediately and she got in, pressing the button several times to close the doors. C’mon, c’monnnn. The doors seemed to take forever to shut but as soon as they were closed tight, Skylar exhaled, trying to think of where to go. “Get lost somewhere. Somewhere no one would think to look for you.”

She quickly thought of something and hit the button for a few floors down. The elevator pinged and the doors opened, just in time for Skylar to see Mike Shanahan standing by a co-worker’s desk in the middle of a political rant. As soon as he saw her, he lit up and was about to greet her with a big welcome when he noted the expression on her face. Instead, he politely said to his co-worker, “Excuse me,” and walked straight toward her.

“Skylar. What is it?” he quietly asked, taking her by the elbow and ushering her to his desk.

“Mike, I think I’m in trouble,” she said in a scared whisper.

Snippet – No. 2

She leapt onto the granite doorstep of her office building, her wool coat swinging by her knees. The glass entranceway was clouded with frosted condensation. From the outside the old stone building was grand, stoic and still.  Inside, it was a swirl of golden warmth and movement. Skylar opened the door with a whoosh of air; cold colliding with warm. Stepping inside she blinked several times. Her eyelashes thawed. She removed her scarf and hat, shaking her dark hair loose to rest softly on her shoulders. She looked around and instantly felt the pulse of the building. The lobby was alive and bustling.

Being in an art deco-style, early twentieth-century building in Manhattan gave one a feeling of existing in another time. She secretly loved it here. She was mystified by the sweeping high ceilings, balustrade stairwells and antique sconces. To Skylar, the architecture had an ethereal affect. Aside from the busy professionals who inhabited it during the week, it was a rather romantic setting. Sadly, it was wasted on people who were too distracted to enjoy it.

Snippet – No. 1

The cold wind stung her bare ankles as she cursed herself for not wearing boots. Each step of her heels struck the sidewalk with a solid clack. Cold concrete was unforgiving, but a blustery winter wind was even worse. The wind chill had kept the temperature cruelly hovering in the single digits. Even for New York City it was an especially cold December day. To Skylar Battelle it should have been nothing remarkable.

She bent her head down and grimaced under her scarf. Even her eyebrows hurt. Dodging patches of ice, she weaved through bundled pedestrians. Skylar took comfort in seeing people who appeared far more pained from the cold than she felt. It almost made up for her choice to walk to work in heels today. Almost. Spotting her office building a block away, she quickened her gait to reach the intersection. A mean blast of icy air tried to slow her, but she leaned into it and pressed on.