Panic (#44 of 365)

Panicky short story.

Her heart races. Her clammy hands run over her thighs. Sweat beads across her hairline. Her jaw clenches as her back tightens.

Heavily she breathes, staring at the door handle. She wills her pulse to slow before opening the door.

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