Storytime Blog Hop: A Hiding Place
Terin crouched in a doorway, hands over his mouth to muffle his panting. He’d finally shaken the Enforcers; they were still prowling but they couldn’t see him where he sat, still and quiet in the night-black. Him, of all people, a rebel! But it wasn’t as if he could argue his innocence; if they came for you, they’d already decided. Regardless, he couldn’t stay here all night. Carefully, slowly, he reached up to the door handle above his head. It…