Random Write

This is a piece I began in class.  Narrative but with action and no dialogue

Pulling into the supermarket parking lot, the smell of tar combined with midsummer heat smelt like the mood I was already in.  Stench amplified from the hot hot heat.  Regretting the fact I left the windows down for the ride, instead of using the little bit of gas I had left for air conditioner.  Upon pulling into a space near the entrance, I sat there in the heat hoping the smell would pass.  The black parallel powerlines were blinding from the brightness of the sun.  I stretch my fingers thru my ponytail noticing the resemblance of color.  This makes me happy for reasons unexplainable to myself. I use this sudden urge of happiness like a wrecking ball swaying left to right.  And shifting to the right, then suddenly to the left, I use my body weight to open the car door-which is heavy.  (heavy as if its from my existential plight) which I suddenly break thru placing first my left torn up sneaker then my right onto the pavement.  This is how I get through Tuesday.