Quiet

Quiet My hand shook violently as I fumbled with my keys. I tried to quiet the jingling, tried to unlock the door quickly without making much noise, tried to get inside before he caught up with me. I turned the knob and rushed through the door, locking it with a click behind me. My heart pounded in my ears as I shoved my back against the closed wooden door and shut my eyes. I held …

…bombshell of being scared threw me down to the filthy ground. Rat rainwater soaked me as my head hit the gravel. I was shook up from the fall and relatively grimy. Yet I was able to sit up rapidly and run clear through the door of my building. I sprinted ahead and climbed up the mountainous steps to my apartment door. Leaving the litter, I scrambled for my keys; they lost me for a minute.”