I wrote this as a quick exercise, and I intend for it to be the start of a chain story that other users here can submit to. Feel free to pickup where others leave off, and let's see where this story goes!
There it was again. It was always the same, no matter how long it had been. It was a smell, but more than a smell. It was a sharp sensation, quick to approach and then dead before the breath was finished. Tommy knew it was the smell of change. Something was about to happen, but there was no way to know what or when. It made him nervous as he shuffled across the cobblestone road, fists clenched tightly in his coat pockets. He did not dare take his eyes off the ground lest his feet catch on a loose rock or crash into one of the myriad puddles that were now forming. Despite how occupied his gaze was, necessity forced him to cast furtive glances at the passersby around him. It could be any one of them, and he was not going to make the same mistake as last time.
Furrowing his brow he recalls just last week. As he was passing this very same way, he notices particularly busty dame, no doubt a common street Walker, but beautiful nonetheless. While his attention was averted, he unknowingly kicked a high rising cobble stone, sending him into a uncoordinated stumble. After several precarious steps Tommy thought he had ragained his balance, when at last he lost his footing and went sprawling into a frigid mud puddle.