Write a short story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open.”
For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
(This was kind of a pain in my ass. Anyone who knows me or has been reading this blog for awhile knows that I love to ramble. So I hope it's still good, even after I sliced out everything I could. If ya'll liked it, go HERE and give me some love. I'm entry 369.)
The door swung open, but Jane had already crept down the hall, through the den, and out the window.
She landed stiffly, more focused on silence than grace. She held her keys and boarding pass in her fist, purse tight to her side, willing the lipgloss tubes inside to not much as clink.
Her phone was charging in her bedroom. But she had seen him pull up to the curb.
She didn’t look back as she made her way across the lawn in a crouch, imagining him watching from the kitchen windows, eyes bloodshot, lips cracked and bleeding.
Surely he wasn’t. He was upstairs, searching her room. The kitchen would come last.
But she didn’t want to look.
She reached the garage. She turned the knob.
The rational part of her brain screamed at her to run—through the alley, down the street. Find any house, any car.
She was faster than him. Today at school, it had seemed like his legs weren’t working as he shambled down the halls.
But the thought of him catching her—he can barely WALK!—made her throat tighten and close.
The car was her only option.
And the garage door was heavy.