100 WORDS FOR CHERYL - I hope you like it! (they were free, those last ones)
Having dropped her bicycle, she raced over, wiping the grey city rain off the car window with her uniform cape. Before the clear patch could disappear again, she peered in. The figure inside, surrounded by ash, butts and crisp packets was unmoved by her camera-like gaze taking in the scene or the knock-knock of her fob watch. She tried to part the curtains of gloom hanging weightily on the inside with a strange but familiar sense of reluctance and intensity. She knew what to do. She would arrive on the ward again already having done a day's work.