Opening paragraphs from my novel, "A Dragon In The Snow":

The sky above Hobart’s Elizabeth Street was just one shade of grey. It was a kind of grey that for most spelt gloom, the sort that rarely featured in art and was hardly ever described in literature because it was so uninspiring. This sky was a monochromatic roof over a technicolour world. Frankie Morgan glanced up and wished it would rain but he knew it wouldn’t. What he saw weren’t rain clouds.

While most took the sky, its colour, its very existence for granted, Frankie had spent most of his adult life studying it, appreciating it, because that was usually all he could see from his prison cell. When the sky was blue there was nothing to see, when there were clouds he examined their shape, their velocity, the varying shades of white and grey. But he loved rain the best, the smell of it, the sound of it, the movement of it and when he was on the outside, as he was now, rain was a kind of shield, something he could hide behind. People tended to walk with their heads lowered when it rained or cower beneath a newspaper or umbrella so they were less likely to notice him. Frankie didn’t like being noticed.

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