Couldn't sleep, computer was there, seemed like a good idea at the time, it's not that good It's set like more of a story than a script, just find it easier to write that way
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Maggie had the inability to walk past a high street store or boutique and resist popping in and have a quick nose at all the bargains on offer, especially when there was a sale on. She’d decided to walk to work that day to clear her head, and was going to be late if she wasn't careful.
“You can never have enough shoes” she murmured to herself, as she eyed up a pair of half price gorgeous blue wedges through the window of a shop. Looking at her watch, she walked in and picked one of them up, looking closely at the beaded design. Closing her eyes, she pictured herself wearing them with her favourite black dress..
She wished she’d been wearing it that night. She knew how it flattered her shape and made her appear slimmer. She’d felt so plain and frumpy in the old clothes she wore for work. But he didn't seem to care about that...he'd taken her mind off everything that had happened that day.
She was beginning to wonder if he really cared about her. She hadn’t had a letter, phonecall or email from him for two weeks, since he’d been travelling in Thailand, and hadn’t seen him for two months, after that night. She remembered the morning after, standing by the door in her dressing gown; he'd said "I'll be back when I've had a break from this place, don't worry Mags, I will". She really believed he meant it, that he'd changed, that he loved her.
She suddenly opened her eyes, snapping back to reality. Maggie realised she’d been standing with the wedge in her hands for a while; embarrassed, she mumbled "sorry" to the shop assistant who was staring at her and shakily, she put it down on its stand and backed out of the shop.
*2 minutes later*
Maggie knew she'd spent to long in that stupid shop. Walking as fast as she could down the highstreet, she looked at her watch; "dammit!" she cried, instantly regretting it as passers by glanced warily at her as if she was mad.