It was too loud. Too many people. The walls were closing in and my breath was coming faster and faster.
He takes my hand, pulls me out of the apartment and into the stairwell.
The air is cool, it's quiet. He stays while my panic subsides. Our own party, of sorts, in the stairwell.
He takes my hand, pulls me out of the apartment and into the stairwell.
The air is cool, it's quiet. He stays while my panic subsides. Our own party, of sorts, in the stairwell.
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Prose/dialogue: “Party in the stairwell.” #hbp83
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