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Jul 22 2017, 05:14 AM
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<p>Her heart dropped to her stomach when she arrived home. After setting her groceries from the market on the kitchen counters, her large ginger cat, Simba, was not there to greet her. He would normally meet her at the door, vocal and getting under her feet, and he was nowhere to be seen! Amali called out for him, looking down around her feet and under any furniture she could see under. Taking care not to trip over her own feet as she navigated with arms full of the brown paper bags she had called out to him. “Simba baby, where are yoooou?” The telltale baby voice one puts on around ones pets crooning out. “Where you at my boy?” Amali checked his food dish - empty, so at least he had eaten. Then the litter in the bathroom, no cat there. It was the slight breeze that alerted her to the open window she left open after her shower that morning. “Oh no, don’t be what I think has happened…” she muttered, dismayed, to herself. Moving closer to the window, kneeling on the seat, hoping to see him just sitting on the ledge.

<p>Simba was not there! She didn’t know how he got down, or moved along, but the fire escape was the next window along, so it wasn’t a stretch. Amali dashed out the bathroom to the fire escape, opening the window and hoping to see him there on the “balcony” waiting for her to let him back in… No joy, it was looking like her cat was gone. Her companion since she arrived in San Francisco was lost. Amali felt lost because of that, she was surprised at how upset she was. The panic she felt, the closing up of her throat, that Simba might be down in the road, or stuck somewhere and afraid. Amali left her groceries sitting out as she double checked cupboards and any nooks and crannies Simba might have got stuck in, Nothing, she couldn’t even hear a peep from him. There was nothing else Amali could think to do, but run back out the door and take to the street. “Simba!”

<p>She called out down the street. Concerned passersby stopping and asking after her, what was wrong. She had pulled out her phone and managed to find a picture of him, asking anyone and everyone if they’ve seen him. She even made her way to the bottom of her fire escape to see if he was around there, and the rubbish bins. But there was no joy! So she went back out the street, looking in every direction.

<p>“Simbaaaaa!”

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<p>The feel of the air rushing past your ears, to feel as though you are pushing past an invisible barrier. To feel that power of your body course through you, to push past the pain, force your breath to be steady. It was addicting, it was mediative, for it forced you to think of nothing but the activity, to be in the moment and see the road you travelled, not necessarily the place you want to end up.

<p>That was what running meant to Amali. To break free from the office dramas, the lockdown of school, and just escape out into the fresh air. To feel as though you are running away from something. Or perhaps she was running towards something? What that was, she did not know, but she felt like it would reveal itself soon enough, when she was ready.

<p>The park was one of her favoured places to run, no matter what the time of day. She usually favoured the early mornings, the quietness before the rush of day, that moment just as the sun rises and some days creates a fuzzy light through the mist. Setting herself up for the day ahead, which were busy and high stress, it was better to start with a clear head. A new day meant a new start, a new challenge. It woke her body up, it woke her mind so she could deal with any problems that the day, the boss, could throw at her. It also kept her fit, and able to keep up with anyone.

<p>She did not run with music, nor did she take her cell phone out on a run. It was her time, her moment to just simply be. No distractions, no technology, other than a fitness tracker she had clipped to a band on her arm. She had entered the park, which while there were people around, like herself, it was quieter than later in the day. After a warm up of stretches and breathing exercises, Amali set off at a brisk walk before gradually picking up speed and running flat out.

<p>After half an hour or round about, she slowed down and stopped at a water fountain for a breather and a drink. After taking several large gulps of cool running water, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before reaching to check her tracker and her progress. A puzzled look crossed her features, the tracker was gone! “Ahh, shit,” she muttered, turning to look around where she stood. No sign of it, looks like she’ll have to backtrack and find it. Not the best start to her day after all.

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Apr 12 2017, 02:02 PM
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It had been too long since she had a good night out. School was coming to a close with exams, and work was, well work was much the same - busy as ever. Amali honestly could not remember the last time she was out on the prowl, just letting loose with a few of her girlfriends, when she last danced and released some pent up energy.

<p>So she had treated herself to a manicure, then headed home with her best friend and got dressed to impressed. They played music, broke open a lovely bottle of red wine and just hung out as they got ready to hit their favourite bar. It was place that catered more to the older clientele, so it was not hip, or happening as those in their twenties might say. Amali did not really know what those younger than her said, nor did she really care. She just liked the laid back atmosphere, the music, and the bartenders were nice and good at what they do.

<p>After an hour or two, her friend decided to head home, leaving Amali alone. She was not ready to leave yet, she did not want to leave without having a bit more fun. So she smoothed her lightly curled hair behind her ear, and got up to go to the bar. She had spotted someone interesting, and she wanted to get to know him. With a flirtatious smile she slid on to the stool next to him, her purse resting under her hand on the bench. "Can I buy you a drink handsome?"

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<p>Amali was not sure why she was doing this. Picking up a file was usually left to a messenger, not herself. It had been three days since the phone call to the Police of Chief Samuel James, and three days of her feeling like she had heard his voice before. Yet she had no recollection of meeting him before today. No, must of heard him on the news or something, that would be it.

<p>She shook the thoughts out of her head; the thoughts she had since her calendar alarm told her to pick up the papers on her way home. Stepping out of the taxi, she paid the driver and went up the steps, her work heels clipping on the stone, to clicking on the floor as she pushed through the doors to the Station. With a professional smile she stopped at the reception desk and politely waited for the receptionist to finish her phone call.

<p>"I'm here to pick up a file from the Chief of Police, the Messer case." She leaned an arm on the high desk, "Is it available yet?" The receptionist looked at her blankly, before having a look through the files below, with an apologetic look, they informed her it was not here. Amali let out a small sigh. "Well could I see him then please?" she asked, but the receptionist just looked behind her with a look to say he is just coming.

<p>A smile twitched in the corner of her lips, and she turned to face him, hand outstretched. "Amali Jaheem, we spoke on the phone a few days ago Mr James."

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