100 WC Week 1 - Metal Heels

She waited. Darkness smothered her like a blanket. The noise continued again. Step after step, they grew louder, her heart pounded faster. Her back against the cold brick wall, she was desperate to not be seen.

She held her breath for a moment, almost certain that it was loud enough to give away her position. The footsteps continued again as if they were calling for her. They were coming for her! Step, step, step. Metal heels were tapping against the wet November ground. Like a relentless incoming tide the noise edged closer as she edged back further into the wall. And then the noise stopped.