Securus

by solaris2001

He caught the latch at the gate behind him and looked at his small, plain bungalow for a brief but easing moment. Footsteps clapping the cold pavement echoed around the nearby corner, hurrying him up the front steps and rushing his hand to slip the key into the lock. The footsteps grew louder as the unseen pedestrian approached the intersection, sending him bursting through the front door and quickly but quietly shutting it, hurriedly turning the deadbolt into the strike plate and slipping the door chain into its track. He sighed in the rich contentment afforded by a locked door.

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