о справедливости))
Night after night she would stroll the streets, sliding along pavements, jumping one-legged on pedestrian crossings, hunting for the J-word. L- and S-words would linger too, but Justice would rule her roaming. Stuffy phone booths would not detain her long, fresh air is good for skin and lungs, combined with smoke and puddles reflecting her invariable image. Justice would hide away in overcrowded alleys, adopting the appearance of every second petite blonde, and implacably slipping away, dissolving in the last minutes of the night.And then she would choose freedom over Justice, the latter being a non-existence in what she got herself into. Acquired freedom would be the ability to look left and right, ahead and backwards, ignoring all the petite fair-haired creatures passing by,
The only catch in this scheme is "would". The only hope in this scheme is that "would" stands so close to "could".