The Hidden Tears of the Clown Girl

A hectic day of work

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I feel the wind clash against my face before flowing to the sides of my face.

But there is no wind. It's just me running fast.

I leap while spinning in the air to dodge a hot dog vendor in the middle of the street that I almost collide with, successfully avoiding him and maintaining my running speed.

I turn my head while continuing to run to see where my pursuers are.

They are distant enough to allow me to escape if I can find a point to climb.

Something in my ears triggers my focus forward again, where, right on my trajectory, a group of workers is carrying a gigantic wooden tile.

I brake, pointing my running shoes to the ground, but it's too late, and I crash into them just like a bowling ball hitting pins.

We all end up on the ground, and I stumble a little ahead of them.

With a quick kick-up, I quickly get back up to see my pursuers just 10 meters away from me.

[<Race of idiots, son of a bitch! Look where you're going!>]

I had a moment of mental paralysis as I looked at my pursuers, now about 5 meters away from me. The worker's shout brings me back to reality, so I don't waste any more seconds and turn around, running in the opposite direction from them.

I must avoid turning around. I run very fast, so if I turn, I risk getting dangerously close to some obstacle that appeared far away before I turned.

Unfortunately, using hearing to locate the distance of my pursuers is impossible during the day in such busy areas.

Honking, engine noise, trains. These are all sounds that disturb my superhuman hearing, preventing me from accurately locating things or people. Or at least not always. But it's still difficult for me.

I increase my pace even more and choose not to look behind me.

I jump over the entire length of a bench that almost made me stumble a second time, and I look around for a possible way out.

To my right, there seem to be no useful detours. The shops at the base of the various buildings leave no escape route.

Further ahead, there's a detour, but it would only gain me a few seconds. I need to solve the problem at its core.

I look slightly to the left on the other side of the street and notice that, indeed, there is an exit there. An alley protected by a rather high metal railing. Scaling it will be a piece of cake for me. Not for them.

At the end of the street right in front of me is the traffic light on the left.

[<It's red! Perfect.>] I think in my head with a malevolent grin on my face.

I quickly glance to my right. No cars coming, it seems.

I jump on the small car in front of me, then give myself an additional push and jump as high and far as possible toward the road, landing right in the center of it, on the line separating the two lanes.

I am lucky because at that very moment, the traffic flows back to the right, then blocks on the left, in front of me. Blocking the road for my pursuers and opening an escape route for me.