Cursing, she stopped and leaned against a nearby lamppost. There was no way she was going to hobble all the way back to her apartment like this. Barefoot it was, then. Reaching down, she unzipped first her left, then her right boot, slipping her feet out and onto the cool pavement. God, that felt so good! Picking up the boots, she walked on keeping her eyes firmly on the ground in front of her. This was not the best part of town and the last thing she needed was to step on some user’s discarded needle. Belle loved this time of the day, that time just between night and day, when the sky was lightening but the sun had yet to show itself over the horizon. The roads were quiet, the late night revellers fast asleep and the early risers only just waking up and it felt as if she had the world to herself. Sometimes she played a little game with herself and imagined she was somewhere else entirely. Walking along the banks of the Seine in Paris, or floating down the Nile in Egypt. Anywhere but here.
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