I wasn’t home when she called. So I went to the cafe alone. The road there wound steeply uphill. When I arrived at the cafe I heard the news. I was so shaken that I buried a small stone in a patch of wild flowers nearby. Unable to talk through my tears, I sighed and watched a beetle slowly crawl over a scrabble of ruined plaster.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.