Tanya Greene

Closer

My hands shook, chest heaved as I pulled that little black book from his inner pocket. He was still moving, a heap on the floor. I slapped his flailing hand away and stood up as straight as I could. My hand shot out to catch me as my side twitched, slid against the elevator wall with a smear, but I got upright. I wouldn't be able to hide my split knuckles but I didn't think about that now, couldn't get distracted. Not now. It was finally within my grasp. Literally in my hands. He burbled something through his broken teeth. I didn't care.