Sunday, June 5, 2016

100 Words a Day 862

After some jimmying the key turned, opening the ancient door. The floors were covered in dust that was sent swirling through the air as a strong breeze pushed me from behind, nearly sending me sprawling onto the foyer floor. After a brief inhalation, I was overcome by a fit of coughing and spent several moments with hands on my knees. I had to stumble back out into the chilly spring evening before I could recover my breath. I covered my mouth with the sleeve of my coat as I went through the house room by room and opened the windows.

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