Alone
Fear gripped my heart, a drum in my chest beating faster. My hand trembled on the knob, today, maybe today was the day. I peeked through the small hole; the hallway is empty. I’d promised to try; one deep breath, I turned the knob and pulled the door toward me a little.
The elevator dinged. I slammed the door. Almost made it. I’d almost stepped through the open door. Well, that was a half truth. At least I’d opened the door. I leaned against the cool wood and listened as someone walked past my apartment.
Tomorrow, I’d try again tomorrow. My hands shook as I engaged the dead bolt. Yes, tomorrow would be a better day.
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That’s quite enticing… I found myself really being drawn in there.
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Couldn’t ask for a better compliment. Thanks!
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Good one; I could feel her fear.
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Yea! that’s what I was going for. Thanks
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The hair stood up at the back of my neck. Whoa. She’s got it b.a.d. Great story. 🙂
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Wow, glad you got the intensity of my fiction flash
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No two ways about it. ❤
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