Foot steps

“I heard footsteps behind me,” Tracey said, staring at her blood stained hands as if they were alien to her. They certainly shook as if she had no control over them, at any rate. She coughed, “sorry…I heard the steps and turned round. He had a knife. I ran,” she stopped again.

“Take it easy, an ambulance is on the way, you’re safe now,” Officer Boyle said to her, he reached out a hand to touch her but she flinched away and he let his hand drop.

“He chased me,” she continued after a moment, “I don’t know how but I got the knife from him and…and I just stabbed. Please don’t tell me he’s dead…I never wanted that…I…”

“I wish I could,” officer Boyle said, swallowing hard, “I also have to place you under arrest, just until we can verify your story.”

“My story? I’m five foot three and seven stone, do you think I went hunting for someone twice my size to kill?” She yelled. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that…why would I say that? You are right. I killed someone. I should be punished...”

“We just need to check things out, nobody doubts you, Tracey. We just need to be sure of the facts. We have to present a full case to the crown prosecution, though given the circumstances I cannot see a problem.”

Tracey dropped her head, hoping the young officer didn’t see the slight smile that played across her lips. No one ever did believe she did, in fact, go hunting for men or women twice her size, that she was well paid too do so was just a bonus.

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