Bit of an experiment, excuse me, from Lloyd's excellent short. All words taken from the original text (I hope).

She had no feet (the culprits).

Clumsy, crumpled. Help were futile.

She came here not to be heard;

for the world to return.

The curser blinking so close,

waiting endlessly on for this one.

There were no other sound, the river near.

It knew.

Finish the work.

She feel a water thing in the door.

Wouldn’t would the river?

Scream fields and grey skies.