The engine whined for a long second before it caught.

I drove slowly down Grand Avenue to save fuel.

The autumn air was getting colder by the hour.

People in damp wool coats hurried along the sidewalks, ducking into storefronts to get out of the wind.

I pulled into a brightly lit gas station on the corner of Elm Street.

I dug through my purse and pulled out handfuls of loose pennies, nickels, and dimes.

I counted out exactly two dollars and eighty cents in coins.