Sorry About The Door
With the final ring of the elevator bell, Kelcy stepped out of the parting doors into the hazy fluorescent hallway. The row of ivory doors emitted noises of t.v. shows, dinners cooking, and persistent shouting matches which were a gauntlet for her as she navigated quietly to her apartment. Her hospital scrubs were in dire need of washing she thought to herself as she passed by the tiny laundry room. Exhausted and restless, she removed the clattering keys from her purse, but stopped as she approached her door to see that it was kicked in and cracked open.