As a woman today wallked by on bloor street she stroke her long beautiful blonde locks as the wind blew in her face. The amazement of her posture was as if she was walking the run way. Which she wasn't. She was just on her way to work like any other day. Her cigarette in one hand and her purse in the other. Her long white coat just covered her knees. Her black dress pants covered her stilettoes only allowing you to see three and half cm of her heel.
This lady was around the age of 23to 26 years old. She didn't have any children with her or a boyfriend with her. Alone she walked and inhaled the fresh air. She didn't smile much. Just
walked. Her vibrant red lip stick may have come off a bit on her pearly white teeth and she wouldnt want anyone to notice that. As she seemed to be a perfectionist. everything and every peice of her clothing was to not have a single wrinkle on it otherwise it was no good until it had been taken to the dry cleaners again.
Her french manicure was just painted on her gel nails a couple days ago. She was going to go back after work was over. She depended on everything being perfect. Her life were programmed on her blackberry. Life would never be the same withought that phone of hers.
After crossing the cross walk she stood outside this tall buliding that seemed as if she worked there. It looked as if it were a telemarketing office of some sort. She smoked her cigaretee threw it to the goround, stepped on it and walked on in.
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I enjoyed this piece and the only suggestions I have would be to clearly indicate the purpose and audience, work on some errors such as "Walked by on bloor street she stroke her long bautifil...", and to give your character a name.
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