Do Not Enter, Part 4
The kiriban prize for one of my faithful and very kind watchers on my deviantART page continues.
Enjoy, everyone. I think – think – only one more after this.
If you’re interested you can see the whole thing here.
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Rose shook, her eyes darted across the battered pavement.
Nothing. Utter solitude.
She heard a rasping breath, and her heart spiked. She yelped and looked over her shoulder, but only the dark square of the building against the bright midday sky stared down on her. She panted and realized the rasping breath was hers.
She wiped her brow, then caught her breath again.
Her purse. She’d left it inside when she came out … and she didn’t lock up behind her. The keys were in her purse.
And the old man? Where is he now?
Inside? Robbing her?
She reached into her pocket for the phone and for the third time in a sixty-second span she got a bad jolt.
Her hand spread in her empty pocket. No phone.
Had she dropped it when the old man scared her? She scanned the parking lot, one eye wary for the old itinerant, her nose keen for his stench. She bent and looked under the car where she collapsed. Nothing.
She stood up and eyed the rear door. She listened.
Silence. The sound of traffic on the busy street outside seemed muffled here behind the building. She clenched her hand to stop the tremors.
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