![]() It replayed like a high definition film in her mind. She recalled the bitter row she’d had with her boyfriend that morning. Clare couldn’t tell if she knew the woman or not.Īs Clare stared at the body of the young woman, she couldn’t help thinking how short and fragile life was, and what a lucky escape she had just had. Her brown hair had, at some point, been twisted into the regulation chignon, which Air London cabin crew were required to wear if their hair was longer than chin length, but it had come loose and covered her face. The dead woman was wearing an Air London stewardess uniform, identical to the one Clare herself wore. Clare gasped and took a step back, hands over her mouth, then, as her initial shock subsided, she leaned forward for a closer look. So was her handbag – he'd robbed her, too, then.Ĭlare felt a cold wetness between her toes and realised she was barefoot.Īs she glanced around looking for her shoes, she saw a woman’s body lying on the ground at her feet, lying face down in a muddy puddle. All she heard was the rustling of leaves in the breeze. ![]() All she saw were the outlines of the great oak trees, barely visible against the night sky. She glanced over her shoulder, dreading what she might see. ![]() She was surprised to have regained consciousness at all. Oddly, there was no pain, not even in her throat. Clare was trembling as she slowly and carefully got to her feet. ![]()
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