Tunnel of Love
She limped home on a broken heel. She should have ditched the shoes, but after the night she had, she couldn’t be bothered. She was glad the insanity was over, and she was ready for bed.
Judging by the state of her clothes, her neighbors probably thought this was a walk of shame, but it was anything but.
For the last twelve hours the train was stuck in the fancy new tunnel. Something that was supposed to speed up travel, not delay it.
The dirt was from the drill and her heels couldn’t survive the ladder. But, she was home now, and she’d stick with cabs from now on.
It was safer, and if the city valued their reputation they’d remove the signs espousing their adoration for it too.
Adventure wasn’t something one needed on their work commute.
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