6 March 2013
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Dora felt it the next morning. The late night, the theatre, the dirty death money going into her savings account. She felt it in the morning alarm. Perhaps this called for a day off, it was only a Friday. Who would miss her on a Friday? She flipped over, and starred though the small gap in her curtains. The rain hadn't let up. She could see it streaming down the outside of the window. Perhaps a day off would be for the best.
Convincing herself into having the day off. She reassumed her usual morning routine. Time off was precious, weekends were taken up with traveling, torturing and importantly, training. Grabbing her trainers, she made a break from the morning sleepy haze of her bedroom and took off to the training and gym room in the converted wine cellar.
She always slept in a set of gym clothes. Well, since her father had made her brothers start random self defence lessons. Which she found silk pyjamas to me quite unpractical. This reason, and the reason that they were warm and snuggly.
Setting up the treadmill she began her usual twenty minute morning run. The steady beat of her feet hitting the machine was enough to submerge her into her thoughts, as her feet found a steady rhythm.
As the machine began beeping, with a sudden jolt of realisation, she recalled a situation that one of her cousins had gotten into. A realisation which meant the day off wasn't optional. Had anyone of noticed in the far away town that the man had died, that witnesses were that, that they looked like her... Well. If she couldn't continue her usual everyday life within the next coming weeks. Someone might bring her up in conversation for whatever reason. and without realising it, could put her as a prime suspect to a murder in a far away town, to do with a topic no one thought she'd ever be involved with. It's times like this that she hated social media and technology, this will be another day off that it stole from her...
Not quite out of breath from the running machine, she ran upstairs to begin her morning routine.
©Odd
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