Overhead she stirs.

Muffling floorboards announce her departure.

A door slams.

The corridor above echoes its insults as she begins her midweekly pilgrimage. I imagine her: strong, heavy set; an ungainly torpedo.

Closer.

I hear her.

I catch my breath.

A nearby door bangs.

The corridor outside pulsates for a second of thumping-feet-calamity and clinking rubbish. Her shadow passes my door with trumpeted profanity.

The fire escape gasps under her weight, sucking in the afternoon air.

Her fanfare abruptly ends with the satisfying thunk of the same hissing door behind her.

I close my eyes.

Exhale.

Peace rains.

Drabble published February 10, 2018 13:49

Christopher about 6 years ago

I'm still trying to work out all the nuances of this drabble but, holy hell, it was written beautifully. Such impressive imagery.

Welcome to Drablr, Rhiannon.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago

Welcome to Drablr Rhiannon. What a great entrance!
Rhiannon about 6 years ago

Thank you for your lovely comments and the warm welcome! Glad to hear you enjoyed it.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago

Hi again Rhiannon. Glad to see that Drew and Christopher have found you. They are truly excellent drabblers. Look forward to reading what else is heading for the Ark🙂
Jeff Taylor about 6 years ago

Welcome Rhiannon. Hopefully a fashionably late welcome. Hope you enjoy the stellar work here, and keep up the standard you've just set yourself! Lovely entry😊

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