I have had to make quite a few changes to the text. (I'll let you figure out why I made those changes. ) (Note: my native language is American English.)
Originally Posted by Fleur de mort
It was a cold December night. Some children playing in the street. I am usually allergic to the cold weather, and I sat there with a cup of tea as I listened to some sad music. I could see some little girls dancing in the street.
I smelled cigarette smoke. I heard footsteps behind me. I have always feared men, and I thought it was a man approaching. The footsteps kept getting closer.
I held my cup of tea tightly and covered my face with my hair. I was not wearing a veil--only decent clothes with a heavy scarf. Suddenly, someone came up to me and whispered slowly: "It's cold today." I sat still as if nothing had happened. The voice was velvety and cottony--soft and smooth. He sat opposite me. "Oh are you sure you are a real human?" 'I asked myself'. I didn't care that he was handsome. I ran away from him. I quickly ran home. I lay back on my bed.