Wind roared past as she flew, ruffling her hair behind her ears as rivulets of sweat flowed into the furrows of her brow, streaming down her face and torso. Face set in a grimace, she gritted her teeth as every muscle in her legs tensed and flexed, relaxing as she shot round a sharp bend, gliding into a narrow alleyway.
This was what God intended the little ramps on the stepped streets of Jerusalem be used for – roller-blade racing!
Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her arm, halting her.
“You were warned Ronit; now I tell your mother.”
“Aww, Officer Levi!”