She walks alone. The cold night beckons. A car slows and draws up close. Words are uttered. She shies away. Her feet ache. It’s been a long night. She pulls her jacket tight into her. Not far now. Oncoming headlights temporarily blind her. She staggers as her heel catches a raised paving slab. She turns the corner. Street lights in the distance. Taxis rushing, girls are singing and lads fighting. Police lights flashing. Head down, she crosses the street, footsteps quicken. Wolf whistles, shouts, the stench of fast food; a typical Friday. She will soon be home, but wait …..