#noir?

It’s raining again. Been raining for weeks now. Maybe years. Sure feels like it; time seems to flow like molasses when everything’s grey. The clouds, the buildings, the streets… even the people seem to be wrapped in a shroud of grey. It’s depressing. I guess that’s why there’s so much crime; a welcome distraction from ——

A dame bursts into my office, screeching. She’s got legs. Legs that go all the way up. All legs, only legs. A ball of legs. Some men would say she’s got too many legs, but I’m not some men. She’s truly a creature, shambling frantically around the office, panicked noises and grunts coming from a seemingly nonexistent mouth. Legs come from everywhere, flailing, knocking over the chair and kicking me in the face. She crashes through the wall, slinking back into the dark.