TalentChapter the Fifteenth Opening Shot
It wasn't early enough, the first of the frosty nights had reclaimed the neighbourhood and the red, orange and yellow leaves from the day's breezes lay in sugary piles on the side of the driveways and the street. My windows were misted and I had to start the blowers even though the engine hadn't warmed up enough. I was chilled anyway and shivered and blew as I backed the car out of my drive. It was dark, the street lamps were spaced far enough apart that they illuminated the area in small...