Omnious Interlude

This is the beggining to a story im working on. Incomplete yet it stands alone nicely.

There she is, she is here. Getting in her car, smoking her cigarette. We all see her. She stubs it out, her moment of zen. Then zen again, the zen of smoke and ash, for as long as it will burn.

She's driving in her car. Drive, driving away. Shop, shopping was nice getting out was nice, today. The weather was nice, today. The weather was clean the skies were clear, but there it was, as always, black and white the fear.(...)