Afternoon Heat

This is a short story I wrote a while back. There is a writing exercise called practice writing. It is where you start with a phrase, something like “You’re listening to the radio” and you just start writing. It doesn’t matter what you write or how you write it or if what you wrote is good or not. So my point is, this is a story I wrote as practice, it has no other purpose or point and it certainly isn’t fine tuned. I haven't checked grammer, cohesiveness or sense. So don't be hard on it.

In the scorching heat of the Arizona sun, she sat alone. It was mid afternoon and everybody was busy working. The occasional restless worker would come out for a smoke before returning, restlessly, back to work. Downtown was always like this, except on the weekends when very few souls would be around. There may be a stressed out young worker or a bum or two. This afternoon was like so many others yet different just for her.
Everyone else went about their lives as usual, no one stopping to pay her any mind. And anyone who happened to notice her tear covered face quickly pretended that they hadn’t. Yes the hordes of walking suits with briefcases and access cards marched on as lemmings going through the motions of downtown life simply waiting to be out of the dull routine they were now in. but for her the yearning in her life was much stronger.
She was lost in this place, in this desert, in this scorching heat that no human should have to endure. She was lost and she knew it. She was always lost unless…