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I stood in the downpour by the bus stop. My rain coat was no longer protecting me form the wet. It would be another ten minutes until the next bus came. I could still see it, disappearing round the corner. If only I left the house thirty seconds earlier.
I'll give you a question in return for an answer. Deal?
The key clicked. The ignition turned on. The car roared into life as he firmly pressed the pedal. It sped forwards. It had been so long, so long since he had experienced this exhilaration.
The sun sweltering high in the sky above him, it was midday now. Wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, he gingerly placed a brick, pressing it firmly into the mortar.
He swirled the tip of his paintbrush through the many hues and shades of colour on his palette. Delicately, he raised the paintbrush to the canvas and painted one swift stroke. Colour slowly filled the canvas, giving it life and meaning.