121413 #skeleton # Sylvia > A fake wrought-iron fence surrounds a concrete plot near a nondescript intersection. Mist wrinkles the colors of the traffic lights. > Sylvia has her purse over her shoulder, and that makes her movements a certain kind of stiff. She has just exited the building. Someone else is coming across the concrete with intent to enter the building. > They meet. Sylvia takes one step forward. The other person takes one step backward. Sylvia steps to the side but the other person thought that was the way to go too, so they are still blocking each other. > The thing to focus on is the sounds their shoes make, scuffling against the concrete. Everything is wet. Does nobody realize how ridiculous that is?