The opening of my novel, finished as of a week ago, nearly finished editing. Enjoy.
The unrelenting rain hammered down on the concrete of Platform 52, smothering the hovering sea of umbrellas in a sheet of glossy wetness. The cold, metallic grey platform seemed all the more dull when the sky clouded over and the rains fell. There was no glint of sunlight off the walls or distorted reflection of the blue sky, just grey.
One young boy managed to survive the rain without the use of an umbrella, his appearance a ray of sunshine amidst the black business suits. He huddled between a few as he tried to hide his face from the crowd.
The grimy ground beneath his white trainers began to shudder a little, just enough that he could feel the tremors rush through his body. A quick look up. A flash of his piercing green eyes as he stared down the track to find the familiar silver glint in the distance. There it was.
He fixed his eyes back on the floor before anyone noticed him. He suddenly became unsure that anyone would actually care to look. They stared forward, eyes glazed over as they appeared frozen within the ordinariness of their own lives. He understood.
That’s why Scott was here, to escape the ordinary and predictability of his own life. His life wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, not quite what the press said it was. They really had no idea.
