I walked quickly through the quiet parking lot. Not a moving car or person was to be seen or heard. The sound of the air conditioner unit from a nearby building and the distant chirping of birds were the only sounds that echoed in the desolate spot in which I was located. I smelled the smoke from somebody smoking a cigarette and knew he must be close, but for some reason he seemed so unreachable.
There was no one around. My only companion was my shadow, which would vanish when the sun was hidden behind the trees that were standing guard over the parking lot. They seemed dead and sad. Their branches were like ominous fingers reaching toward the sky. They seemed to curl down upon me, as if to grasp me in their clawed hands.
My head whipped from side to side, scanning for possible dangers lurking behind cars or trees. My heart began to pound, but I stayed calm on the outside to hide my fear from the predators watching and waiting for me.
I walked toward the door, slowly, with my eyes staring at the cracked and scattered asphalt beneath my feet; my ears alert for any noise. The scenery under my feet soon changed to sidewalk as I approached the door.
My breathing quickened as I crept closer and closer to safety from the treacherous world outside. My hand grasped the door handle, and I pulled the door open. Stepping inside, I closed the door behind me with a great sigh of relief.
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Tales of a Dreamer
Short StoryA bunch of random, mini stories I come up with randomly. I promise I do not need help. I write from emotions that I feel, and I intensify them. I am a perfectly happy individual who just needs a place to express my emotions. Don't worry, enjoy!
