2006-03-03 1721 Writing: == The Solution == She stood in line, her finely manicured hands shaking under the chilling . . .
She stood in line, her finely manicured hands shaking under the chilling onslaught of the October rains. She knew her makeup would run, and cursed softly for having made the effort.
“It’s just a goddam checkpoint,” she chided to herself, looking down the sea of heads to the small line of tables. She shivered. There were guns. She hated guns.