He followed his commute by foot. If he used the back-doubles he could still intercept him even with hardly any traffic.
I'll run up and smash the glass he thought. I'll make him admit it, then I'll fucking blast him.
He felt slower in the snow so he broke into a jog. Crossing the grassy part of the adjacent street he thought of snow days and his eyes welled up. A quick left put him at the light just as the don't walk sign began to flash. He turned his back to count eighteen.
The itchy hat and snowflakes sent him back to heavy breaths and laughter on a hill. They bumped and rolled the last few feet together as flotsam. He caught the sled, with some skill he thought, and turned to get her reaction. She just stood there biting her lip and he crumbled.
Reaching in for the grip he dropped the gym bag swinging around to the front. He smashed the glass and said "you worm" and aimed the shotgun at him. Then a shock, he thought why was she in the car with him? Why wasn't she at school? But he had already pulled the trigger.
As I'm really focusing on the writing at the moment it's nice to post some. I might try to illustrate it at some point as a one or two pager or just have someone else do it... Ahem.
Speaking of doodles, Riot District is coming along very well. Powering through with the "outline that never ended" and simply turning it into the full story as if it was intentional.
I would say the world building is done at this point. Any additional lore is going to be out of necessity rather than fun.
I try to doodle or sketch a character or scene a few times a week just to remind myself that I'm eventually going to have to draw this behemoth.
Father and son, ink on paper.
Beef and heat, onions, carrots and rosemary.