This week’s Five Sentence Fiction, from a prompt over on Lillie McFerrin’s blog…
It’s a busy place, this, with people, old and young, walking up and down, up and down.
So wrapped up in their own lives, they don’t even see their surroundings.
You can still hear their feet, after they leave. Their laughter, concern, petty gossip.
And the thing behind the locked door hears it too.