The wan glow from the widely spaced street lighting casts a sickly yellow spell across the night. Eerily clear and yet misleading, the sharp shadows stabbing in odd directions, criss crossing each other and fighting for her attention. The only sound comes from her shoes as she tries to step as lightly as possible leaving the double doors closing behind her slowly, senses alert.
The sea of metal reaches in front, row after row of cars in this first carpark. She clutches her folder to her chest, continues her light step, and weaves into the empty tarmac road that stands out starkly.
There's not another soul around and yet she feels like she's not alone.
The nape of her neck.
Hairs prickle.
Feet lightly stepping.
Car keys quietly jangling, sounding dull in the stillness.
She wonders whether the security guard's watching her on the camera.
Ten cars pass by and she's bathed in another street light. Rather than feeling more secure, she feels vulnerable under it's pale gaze, her eyes glancing to the wide line of scrub and trees that falls down a slope on her left. No breeze moves a single leaf, and the quiet presses upon her ears.
Her eyes dart into each car window as she passes, unable to see properly in the dark, wondering whether someone's sitting behind the wheel, unwilling to find anyone there let alone make eye contact. A reluctant peeping Tom.
Another ten cars file behind her, the building far away, she's walked across the first carpark, and now passes through the dilapidated chain link fence to the darker emptier back car park.
In the distant far corner sits her little red car patiently waiting, and her eyes keep flickering towards sanctuary, her steps quicken.
Three cars away still and she's already holding the key out seeking the lock.
And then she's inside with the doors shut, pushing the button down.
No relief yet, until the engine roars and Galaxy FM barks out too loudly at her.
She drives away.