http://slow.writerscafe.org/vingury The original writings of author Ryan V en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776082230 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He hungrily tore away at a ham andcheese sandwich. The bread was tough and the meat and cheese cheap, becauserestaurants were expensive in this area. A tram, heading in the direction hewanted to eventually go, gave a metallic grind and stopped. The doors openedwith a hiss of air.  H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vingury/899870/ He returned to thehotel early in the morning. The sky was grey wit rain and the light was pale.The hotel was an old stone building, which appeared dark in the early light.London moved around him, in a buzz. He wore thin clothes, and the air was wetand cold.“Good morning sir,&rd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vingury/899867/ The night was blackaround a brightly lit mansion. The mansion, which seemed to be enveloped in afire of artificial light, was settled inside delicate gardens, green and lushwith perfect hedges and white rose bushes, and balconies and ground-levelpatios. The mansion was three stories tall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vingury/846279/ Blue mountainssilhouetted the late sun. A cold frost began to set heavily on the fresh, sweetsmelling pine branches that lined a small river, a tributary unknown to maps.Steam rose off the river from the contrast of the temperature in the water andin the air. The sky was dark orange as a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vingury/846277/ Therewas one uncle that I never quite cared for. In fact, I could count on one of myhands the people who actually cared for his company. He was a shorter, bulkyman near fifty. His head was clean shaven and his face round and pudgy. A pairof rectangular, steel rim glasses always sat heavi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vingury/846274/ Cold, freezing, stinging, sideways raincatches me off guard. From a grey sky it falls;wisps of raincloud; swirl, twist and mix.Thunder echoes as lightning streaks through empty flooded streets, a constant reminder. There are children in a narrow alleyway.They play half naked in shadowed pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vingury/844409/