No Shoes

Making up her mind for a quick dash home, Megan bent to grab her trainers from the floor, but suddenly realised there was no sign.

Confusion ran through her mind. She'd kicked them off in the same place she'd removed her jeans so they should be right here.

She bent to glance under the closest bookstand, feeling her jeans slipping slightly as she did, stopping to pull them back up. She cast her eye across the floor again, double checking there was no sign of them hiding in any corners, before sighing. She must have somehow kicked them even further under the shelves.

She looked at the clock again. Time was running low if she was going to make it home and back, maybe she could just leave her shoes and find them when she came back? It would be better than accidentally exposing herself again while searching, or worse, run out of time to head back home.