Room to Fall
The air outside was crisp, clean and cold, with the usually bustling streets eerily calm save the huffing breaths of other overstrained joggers, and after a couple of warm-up stretches Camille was on her way, ears perked up to pick up on the sounds of a city that had only just begun to wake up.
She didn’t wear ear buds, not because of any great fondness for she had for being in her own head but because she’d once seen a man’s head pop like the cork of a champagne bottle under tires when he prematurely stepped into the street before the crosswalk light could illuminate, an image she had never been able to get out of her head, as his blood splattered all over her face, down the front a once-wh
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