1-Minute Fiction: Working Late
The hallway was dark, all but one of the motion-activated lights unlit for the past hour.
A crash interrupted the stillness.
The building was secured. Everything was fine. Just someone else working late.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, steady and firm.
As they drew closer, only a few yards away now, she waited for the lights to react to the motion and turn themselves on.
The hallway remained dark.