Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge, today's prompt is nail
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This is a standalone freewrite, but it does follow on from Elma (so if you missed it and want to read that click here)
Elma waved goodbye to Dora, and marched towards the town, her basket in her hand. She needed to get back before that storm broke: the clouds were gathering thick and fast. She made it half way there before she felt the first spot of rain.
Except it wasn't a "spot" of rain.
It came from the sky like a nail shot from a gun, stinging her skin like a hornet.
"Ouch!" she yelled, so loud that a passerby looked up in surprise from her smartphone.
Bloody hell, Elma thought. That hurt like hell.
Another bullet of rain hit her on the head and she felt a bruise rise up under her hair. This was not normal rain, she decided. There was a bus shelter just up ahead so she put her basket over her head, as protection, and ran as fast as she could.
Safe under the shelter, she watched as the rain began to fall (no, not fall - shoot) from the sky, in earnest, the pavement around her began to pit and break up under the strength of the attack.