Thursday, August 6, 2015

100 Words a Day 676

He peeked around the door frame. They were still following him. The men had stopped at the hallway intersection and were listening, trying to determine which way he had gone. He pulled his head back and looked around the room, assuming he had at least a few minutes before they started moving his way. As he searched for anything that might be useful, he could hear footsteps echoing down the corridor. It sounded like they were getting farther away.

There was a window that looked like it could be forced. He didn’t have a crowbar, so searched for a substitute.

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