A Girl's Best Friend - Original Writing

A Girl's Best Friend - Original Writing

She walked down the steps and off the plane; her poise was so perfect

that she could have been mistaken for a model. The long skirt swished

around the top of high-heeled boots and the glitzy, kitsch ear-rings

dangled onto an exquisitely tailored jacket and shirt. She bypassed

the luggage reclaim, her bag always stayed with her on the plane. As

she entered the terminal, the security cameras swivelled around to get

a clear shot of her face, as they did for everybody who passed through

the revolving doors. The camera caught her eye and she sighed. This

was the tough part of the job, although secretly she adored the

adrenaline rush. With purposeful, yet delicate strides, she moved

towards the exit.

The throngs of people, greeting returned brothers and sisters, meeting

their aunts and waiting for their beaus aided her passage. The door

was looming, she quickened her pace; ahead of her, the guards'

security radios were crackling with mystical instructions.

Instinctively her hand reached into her bag and found a pair of

sunglasses that covered most of her face. With beads of sweat forming

on her perfect hairline she headed towards the sunlight. A guard

barked some reply into his radio and moved towards her, she caught his

movement in the corner of her eye and with her eyes down she tried to

lose herself in the crowd. The guard from the other side of the door

started to stride in her direction, caught in between the two guards

the woman desperately ducked down behind a big potted plant, counted

to three, and then set off with a group of foreign tourists in an

attempt to reach the door and thus es...

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could. He nodded his head grimly, inwardly rejoicing at her obvious

despair. 'If we find anything you will be notified; with an invitation

to court, however as of now you are free to go.' With mock courtesy he

opened the door for her, she staggered out.

This time she made it to the exit, she knew they were watching her but

didn't care. She picked up a taxi and gave him a random address.

Standard procedure, never give the first cab driver the home address,

only let the second or third take you home. She carried out the

procedure even though there was nothing else that they wanted of her.

As she stepped onto the lawn in front of her block of flats she looked

side to side to check that there was no one watching and allowed a

grin to spread across her face like wildfire. She carried a rainbow

under each ear.