Thursday, May 1, 2014

23 Floors to Go

We stared at each other through grime and gas masks. Maria twitched her left hand and I nodded.

Wind rustled through the heat flaked hallway. Dogs barked. Upstairs, something clattered to the floor, floorboards creaked above our heads.

I checked my pistol --bullet in the chamber, three left in the clip.

Glove fingertips wrapped in duct tape, Maria gingerly turned the knob on an apartment door --it turned and