Feeling drained from the day's events, she was utterly exhausted.
The spilled spaghetti meant her trip to the shop would have been in vain anyway, wasting over an hour of her time.
Eleanor felt unusually unlucky today, as if the brief hours had stretched into an endless ordeal.
Inside the car, a strong food odor hung in the air, assaulting Eleanor's senses.
Feeling uncomfortable, she opened the door and stepped out into the gusts of wind by the riverside. Her trench coat flapped wildly, and a chill raced down her spine.
Half of a moon peeked through the clouds in the deep twilight blue sky, accompanied by occasional stars that twinkled briefly. The silvery-gray sky reflected on the rippling river surface, undulating with the waves.
Eleanor slid her hands in the pockets of her trench
