NaNoWriMo

The following is an excerpt from my NaNoWriMo if anyone is interested. :)

A squealing noise caught Scott’s attention. With wide eyes, he glanced across the road. Expecting to see someone getting injured or perhaps axe-murdered, he was stunned when instead he saw a girl of about six years old running around in circles in the yard in front of one of the houses. As he watched, a blonde woman raced out the door and chased the child as she began to tear her clothing off, piece by piece.

“No, Sammi! Come back sweetie!” the woman called. “Please don’t do that. Sammi?”

It was one of the human acts that Scott couldn’t comprehend: parenthood. Why anyone would want to submit themselves to such torture, he could not understand. Why would anyone want to have squealing children with little – if any – self control and habits of making fools of themselves and their parents? It was like lining up willingly to be stoned or be inflicted with some other form of pain. Shaking his head, Scott continued on, cringing as the woman’s shrieks became more frenzied, until finally, she was silent. He turned his head to look back and the child was back in her mother’s arms, grinning as her clothing was pulled back on.