****it's a beginning.. please read and review. I am not quite sure how it will get there but I do have an actual destination in mind. I am sure I can use all the objective criticism I can get.

Her hand went to her brow. She wiped uselessly across it. The sweat was forming quicker then she could remove it. The hottest day of the year so far and she had decided to take the subway home after staying late at work. What in the world was she thinking? "Oh well, I guess I can't do anything about it now." She thought to herself. At least she had a seat. If this was rush hour she would be standing packed in this subway car. Her eyes closed and she felt herself drifting away. Images began to float by in her dream view. She had no idea where they were coming from. First they were just normal everyday things like her office, her luncheon with two friends, her cat, and her refrigerator. Then suddenly as she drifted more and more into her mind, the pictures changed. There was a young girl in a white dress. The girl was happily running down the long path from a big colonial house. Right up to the front picket fence she ran, smiling and skipping as young girls do. Then suddenly, the girl was gone replaced with the face of an old woman, sitting in a rocking chair in an empty apartment. She could hear the creaking of the rocker as it went back and forth. The sound sent chills down her spine. The sweat stopped forming on her brow. The old woman smiled a toothless grin. Then she looked down at the floor. There were drops of blood. Small tiny drops, but drops nonetheless. Suddenly the train jerked forward and started to move. This quickly brought her back from her dream world. The sweat started again and she was unaware of the images that had been in her mind only seconds earlier. Only three more stops to go and she would be home. At least she would be off this dreaded subway and out in the air of the night. True it would be stale heavy air, but at least she couldn't drift off to sleep while she was walking the couple of blocks to her apartment. "Let's just hope we don't have anymore delays." The woman next to her said sarcastically. As the train pulled into her station, she rose to her feet. Slowly she moved out of the car and headed up the long flight of stairs and out into the real world. Only two blocks from here was her apartment building. That was one of the great things about living in Brooklyn. No matter where you were you weren't far from public transportation. It really was hot tonight. The humidity felt very oppressive. It was like a ton of bricks was weighing her down and she couldn't move at all. Slowly very slowly she made her way to the small deli on the corner. She needed to pick up cat food and something for dinner. Sure she could have walked a few extra blocks to get pizza but it was way too hot for that. All she wanted was a cold bottle of water and salad. Right up from the deli was her apartment building. It wasn't a big one, only eight apartments altogether. She lived on the second floor. Her windows faced the back of the building. This was good. It meant she didn't hear the noise from the street below. Outside her building the old woman from the first floor was sitting in a folding chair. "Good evening, Ms. Owens." The old woman said. "Good evening to you also, Mrs. Mulholland." She replied. "I don't know how good it is, what with the heat and all," Mrs. Mulholland responded with a toothy grin.