Creative Writing 101: There She Was

It was an uncommonly chilly morning when the clicking of her hard soled heels commanded my attention. Tall and somewhat sinewy, I saw her walking towards me with no sweater on, no jewelry and her nipples somewhat erect showing through her top. Her hair was long to the middle of her back and black with bangs in the front, combed but slightly wet as if she quickly took a shower and then had to be somewhere else. She wore what could well have been the same clothes she wore the night before at the local bar. A white cottony tank top with embroidery at the neckline. A black pencil-slim skirt. Stiletto stacked black patten leather heels with an open toe and a tiny strap around each ankle. Her skin was olive and her face was drawn from too many years of being in the sun and smoking. Her eyes searched for the one thing that could make her day a little better at sometime before seven AM in the morning: the local Starbucks.