Gertie sighed, stifled and yawn and checked her watch for the 10th time. Her shift at the hospital was nearly over. She ran the reception and admissions at night and loved her job but it had been unusually quiet and she longed for her bed.
‘Night, see you tomorrow.’
‘Night’ her colleagues called. She bundled up and headed home. It was a short walk from work to home and she often enjoyed the brisk pre-dawn chill, it made her feel alive. The shortcut through Denny’s Haven cut 5 minutes off her walk and she always took it. An old tunnel ran right through the center, it was well lit and her shoes echoed against the tiled walls.…