The following is an excerpt from a short story that i wrote... i could not jelp putting in so many verbs in this paragraph, and this trend is writ largely all over my story... I think this reads yucky, he did this, i did that, and so on it goes all the time...how best to handle this situation? 'The chill wind seeped inside my body and I embraced myself instinctively. The office gates were locked and that was a sign that the office was empty. Keeping an eye on the church gate, I tip-toed and hid behind a car that was street parked in front of the office. Bose came out of the gate, stretching his hands above his head and letting out a yawn. It was 7:15, but the only visibility was due to the one or two street lights that splashed bright orange light onto the road surface. 'Go go go,' I whispered as I willed Bose to leave. By this time, I had bitten off a considerable portion of my right thumb nail. As if on cue, Bose looked at his own watch and there was a fleeting look of alarm on his face. He soon regained composure, folded up his lungi* with both hands , tucked them into his waist line, and left the place whistling. I sat there gulping in sticky strands of saliva, wiping the sweat off my brow despite the cold evening. In the distance, I could faintly hear the stray automobile rushing past but apart from that and my breathing, the place was dead calm. Then came the wail, like a woman crying out loud or maybe a cat that was in immense pain or fear ….'