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Justine walked through the dark rainy alley on her way home from work. She'd used the short cut many times always knowing it was probably a bad idea.
Wearing a gray tailored business suit and and carrying a briefcase full of papers from work, Justine looked quite out of place in this place. She looked a little to clean-cut. She had straight reddish brown hair that went just below her shoulders and gray blue eyes. Her form was slender but curvy and she was of average height and had a fair, but clear complexion.
The walls of the buildings that comprised the alley were dank and slimy from too much moisture. There were rats scurrying and trying to escape the rain and a dumpster next to one of the buildings. Thankfully the rain had alleviated the smell of the old food and waste that overflowed in the dumpster. There was a fire in one corner of the alley where several homeless people were warming their hands. She felt for them but was too fearful to stop and talk to them, so she passed on.
She shivered from the cold and the rain, but even more-so from the Erie feeling that someone was watching her. Could someone be lying in wait to ravage her? Was it one of the homeless or someone else? Or was it just her imagination.......
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Justine walked through the dark rainy alley on her way home from work. She'd used the short cut many times always knowing it was probably a bad idea.
Wearing a gray tailored business suit and and carrying a briefcase full of papers from work, Justine looked quite out of place in this place. She looked a little to clean-cut. She had straight reddish brown hair that went just below her shoulders and gray blue eyes. Her form was slender but curvy and she was of average height and had a fair, but clear complexion.
The walls of the buildings that comprised the alley were dank and slimy from too much moisture. There were rats scurrying and trying to escape the rain and a dumpster next to one of the buildings. Thankfully the rain had alleviated the smell of the old food and waste that overflowed in the dumpster. There was a fire in one corner of the alley where several homeless people were warming their hands. She felt for them but was too fearful to stop and talk to them, so she passed on.
She shivered from the cold and the rain, but even more-so from the Erie feeling that someone was watching her. Could someone be lying in wait to ravage her? Was it one of the homeless or someone else? Or was it just her imagination.......