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Stormy Night

by Hopeless Author | Score: 5300

Amalia went through the door and hung her coat up. She flipped the switch on as she walked down the hall when she froze. She blinked her eyes and stared across the cold hall. She saw someone she thought she'd never see again. Amalia shook her head. No. It couldn't have been him.
Walking down the hall, she heard the back door open and she quickly turned and saw Blake coming into the door. 
"Good evening, miss." He nodded his head to her. "I just came from the ocean. Mighty cold, I'll tell you." He brushed back his black hair, taking some water goggles off his head. "Freezing." He said in his accent.
"That's nice, Blake." Amalia nodded.
"You alright, ma'am?" He asked her. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Amalia was taken back from his comment. "I'm fine. She quickly said.
"Fine, ma'am." He nodded to her. Blake snapped his fingers. "There was a fellow who asked for you. A sailor. Goes by the name of Adam."
Her heart stopped. "A..Adam?"
"Yeah, ma'am. He handed me this and said to give it to you." Blake handed her a piece of paper. "Seemed like a touchy fellow." He said, then left.
"Thank you." Amalia nodded. She quickly grabbed her coat and keys again and ran out the door. She read the note. It said for her to go to the cafe down the street and so that was where she went.
There was a man there wearing a thick jacket standing in front of a large easel painting with a thin paint brush. He saw Amalia come up.
"Buy a painting, miss?"
"I'm sorry." Amalia quickly walked past him and entered the store. She scanned around the room for him, but he wasn't there. 
He couldn't have been there. Amalia put her hand against her head. No. He didn't exist anymore. 
He was gone.
Amalia ran out of the cafe with tears in her eyes. For the past week she had been stressed and anxious. The weather was not helping at all either. The sky was slowly filling with dark clouds and she could hear the distant sound of thunder. 
She was running when she bumped into a man. Tools and materials fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry!" Amalia stopped and fell to the ground as she quickly picked things up. She avoided looking at the man, since her eyes were red from crying.
"That's alright, sweet. I wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. I'm just a slow shoemaker, that's all." He kindly said.
Amalia got up from the ground and walked away with her hands shoved into her pockets. She felt something in her pocket and she pulled it out. It was an old playing card. The sides were tattered and the white was now old and yellow.

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Words Reach 50 words
Letter Use the letter I
Event Your character sees a ghost
Character An adventurous handyman
Words Reach 100 words
Words Reach 200 words
Prop Include a pair of water goggles
Character A touchy sailor
Letter Use the letter W
Prop Include a paint brush
Words Reach 300 words
Event There is a great storm
Words Reach 400 words
Letter Use the letter C
Prop Include a playing card
Character A slow shoemaker

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