Friday Flash Fiction

Becca ignored the ‘no trespassing’ sign to her right and continued down the long driveway. Dry leaves crackled as she stepped across them on the broken concrete. So much for quiet.

She reached the door and stopped. Of course it would be locked. Of course she would be breaking the law.

She pulled out her library card and started working it slowly against the doorjamb.

Resistance. Then – did she only imagine a ‘click’? – she could feel the lock give, the plastic card slide easily around the wooden door frame.

All she had to do now was turn the knob and she would be inside.

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