Photo courtesy of Amy Reese
Taking a break from editing The Gift to check out this week’s photo prompt I thought it actually fit perfectly with a scene I’ve just written which takes place in a corridor at the top of a stairwell. Please excuse me for not writing something exclusively for FF this week, with my deadline fast looming things are a little fraught!
If I wasn’t so lost in thought I might have heard it. The opening of the communal door. A creaking of the stair. Footsteps creeping up behind me. But as it is, I am completely unaware that I’m not alone as I rummage through my bag for my keys until I inhale sharply in frustration, ready to huff out air, and I smell it.
And then it only takes a split second to feel the presence behind me. Breath hot and sour against my cheek. A scream builds inside my throat but there’s already a hand clamped over my mouth, fingers knotted in my hair.