out walkies
He had a light dinner ran upstairs to get changed quickly, throwing on his jeans and a hoddy. He grabbed 10 quid, his top up card and his keys from the desk and went downstairs. Putting on his chunky trainers he slipped quietly out through the porch and into the rain. It was kinda dark, musta been about 7:50pm and it was raining lightly. He ruffled his hood into position around his neck but not covering his head and shivered from the cold, setting off at a lesuirely pace up the road. The rain was soft but made a satisfying noise against his hood or the ground, and after about 8 minutes of walking, through the field, past the humming power station and over the railway bridge, he came to the news agent. He brushed his hair lightly so as to not drip water in the shop, and entered, walking quickly up to the counter and placing his card and money down. "10 on there please" he said quietly, staring at the rack of kid's toys mounted around the shop. After engaging in some idle chit chat with the shop keeper about where he had been the last month, he took his card and recipt and left, heading back the way he came. He walked along the railway cross over, as the street lamps flickered into light, "hmm... 8pm" he though. He was about half way through the field when he stopped, and stood for a few minutes, listening to the cars around the field, the loud hum of the power station in the rain, and the soft sound of the wind blowing too and fro. He sighed quietly to himself and set off home...