Safety

Pipes clinked in the pervasive breeze that started to invade under the skin. Her limbs flew around, unaccustomed as they were to such movement. Too quickly breath escaped her and she had to start walking. Strange roads and soft damp paper and small sharp green glass. She couldn’t miss it all but her feet were blocks of ice, unaware of attack. Pink light started to build shapes on brick walls. Bones ached and shook. She needed a spot. She looked higher than people look and saw an information pipe sticking out. Tired armes managed the impossible. She curled up.