9/26/2014

I finished reading a book. It was a real page-turner. The story began with a middle aged amateur slut who got attracted by a young and handsome curate. One day, she was invited by this young man to dine with him. It was a pleasant and sumptuous dinner, and she stayed in the house long past midnight.

The next day, the young man was found dead. The death of the young man had jolted her, and she decided to try to get to the bottom of the murder.

9/25/2014

The sky was starting to rain. The raindrops were tapping against my shoulders. I used my hands to cover my head and ran to the nearest shelter.

The rain was getting heavier by and by. Pedestrians hurried to the shelter and waited for the rain to stop. A lady who walked a dog also sprinted through the traffic light on the other side of the road to the shelter together with her dog. After arriving at the shelter, the dog shook its body to shake off the rain from his body.

I went into a café and sat at a table by the window. I held a cup of steaming coffee with both hands, to warm up and to fight against the chilly weather. The sky was getting darker and darker but it was still raining cats and dogs.