Cimi Grace

The Birds

Her heart pounded as her fingers touched the metal. The heat rose in her. Breath quickening she grasped the cold handle in, out, open. She entered his apartment as she'd done dozens of times, but today felt different. It was rainy, she felt clouds inside her. The world seemed hazy. She could taste metal, apprehension was palpable. She had an odd feeling that was unshakable.