My storycube story
I'm up to the challenge!
As a writer of crime novels, I hardly escape from coming up with something in that direction 😁.
In your old age, in crime - justice!?
With a guilt look, I put the guard down a lighter. He knows me, knows I work a lot at night. He also knows that I quit smoking recently. So my guilt look is completely explainable, even if it is for the wrong reason. Tonight I work for myself...
The key to success and the preservation of my freedom is time and distraction. The first is rather limited and about the latter I spent hours thinking and looking for a suitable solution. I think I found it, but I can count on my fingers that there's only one thing to go wrong, and my plan goes wrong.
I take a deep breath to calm my heartbeat and step in the door. Inside, it's quiet, I'm the only one present, and out of sight of the guard, I keep the flame of the lighter just as long before the fire alarm that it goes off. Immediately I run off with difficulty, at my age it doesn't work so easily anymore. To the second floor, the manager's office. Three doors beyond my own boring and windowless work loft.
