The rain picked up. She looked at the sky. The sun was somewhere behind the orange-grey smog, giving up early on the day. As she sometimes did when it rained, she turned off the surface contact registers in her arms and legs, so she felt the drops only on her skin, the places where she still felt human.
Through the railing, she could see the other tenement slabs across the quad, like giant fallen tombstones lined up along a grey asphalt plain.
I've told you before that I like to commission folks sometimes. I'm still asking artists to show me what Nuri from my Bruja series looks like. This time I approached insomniarchy (https://www.deviantart.com/insomniarchy). Not only has she be