In was in late December, fast approaching Christmas, the works do had gone well. Wine and beer had flowed freely and Ellen was tipsily walking toward home. A young girl, slightly naïve in her approach to life, but happy and friendly all the same. The wind cut through her clothes, as most young girls they were very few for a winters night, and the chill bit at her lips and nose. A few of the guys from the office had offered her lifts home and she'd even refused a taxi. Her work mates were unsure of leaving her to walk the thirty minute journey from the club to her home but she was adamant she'd be fine. She reached into her bag and rummaged for a cigarette. Two older men pass by the eighteen year old and both take more than a passing glance. A little way down the road and Ellen hears the men comment on her short skirt and wonder if she's cold. She smiles as she finally finds her cigarettes and takes one from the packet. The warmth and glow from the lighter warms her face momentarily before a lung full of nicotine makes her feel better about the cold night air. As she passes under the motorway bridge she decides to cut through the field and save herself a few minutes. She'd done this quite often on Saturday nights returning from various places in various drunken states. Tonight she didn't feel to bad and was sure that her ultra high heels, or kinky killers as she called them, would be fine traversing the gravel and mud of the fields path. She reached a small gate in the hedge rows at the side of the road and opened it. Looking down the path that led to the field she could see it was empty. The lights above the path shone brightly. From the house she passed at the beginning of the path came sounds of a party going on. Music and people laughing made her feel happy inside. She knew at the end of the party house and its garden the path crossed over a small field. All well lit and less than a five minute walk to the other side. She dropped her cigarette and walked as best she could. A combination of four inch heels and five or six drinks made it a little awkward. As she reached the end of the garden to her left she looked out across the field. In the dark areas beyond the grasp of the paths lighting she could see no shapes or movement. Along the path she could see no one. All the benches were bathed in light but had no one upon them. She heard a voice from behind and she turned to look,
"alright love?" a man looking over the gardens wall was leering at her,
"fine thanks I'm going home." Ellen replied to him,
"wanna take your top of darling?" a second mans voice from the garden,
Ellen ignores him and walks on through the field. As she walks she ignores the disgusting requests from the party goers and heads for home. After just a few feet the jeering voices fell silent as the men went about their drinking. Ellen felt relieved as she continued onward. Thoughts of being home and warm filled her mind. She'd get home and get her dressing gown and slippers on and curl up nice and warm in her soft bed. As her shoes clacked on the rough pavement below her she thought she heard other foot steps behind her. She turned and peered into the night but saw nothing. She walked on listening more intently. She heard them again. She sped up as much as she could. The other footsteps kept up. Turning to look again she still saw noone. Walking on she heard the footsteps again. She was nearing the gate at the other side of the field. Once through the gate there was only a short alley between two houses before she got to the road. Her feet carried her as quick as the could. The sound of her heels echoed across the fields. Still the footsteps behind her kept up with her. She reached the gate and frantically pulled it open and went through. Fear had taken a firm hold within her. The heart beating within her chest pounded so strong she could feel the blood coursing through her veins. She could see the road. It was the main road leading into town. She saw the odd taxi ferrying people to the clubs in town and to thier homes. Almost there. The footsteps had stopped. As she reached the road she felt safer. She turned and looked down the alley toward the gate. A hint of movement no the other side made her heart leap. She turned and rushed, as best she could, toward home. Not much further now. People passed her and the road was as busy as she expected for a saturday night. Within a few moments she reached her door. She took her key from her handbag and the safety of home was hers. After bolting all doors and windows she changed into dressing gown and slippers and sat with a got cup of tea in her grasp. She thought back to the field and wondered if and who was following her. Was it one of the men she'd passed? One of the leering party goers? Was anyone there at all? She sat and played out all scenarios until she finally went up the stairs to bed. Safe and warm in her bed at last she turned the light out and lay there. Her mind whizzed with all manner of thoughts.
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10-12-08, 12:30 PM
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