Warning: this may be the longest bit of pointless tat in the known universeIt had been a good night, but now Emma was questioning the wisdom of staying so long at the party. The route that she could do in ten minutes in sensible work shoes had become suddenly a lot longer with stiletto heels clacking and slipping on the uneven paving slabs, and she had reached the stop only to see the red lights of the last bus fading into the night.
So she had started walking while she waited for a taxi to come past, but somehow a shortcut between two main roads had led her into these silent streets of shut and shuttered shops, where occasional small groups of youths, huddled in doorways sprayed with gang graffiti, glanced up at her suspiciously as she passed. The sound of her heels on the pavement was far too loud for comfort.
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