The crowd had almost finished draining itself into the courtyard when Kendra places the surprisingly heavy metal trash can against the wall.
She adjusts the lid, considering whether it would be better to take off her shoes, or turn the bin over and step on the bottom. Both have their issues and she hasn't quite made up her mind when she hears a soft noise.
It's slithery, fabric rubbing against fabric and, if she hadn't been listening for it, she would never have heard it over the sound of the morning birds.
The dawn sunlight is blinding as she flattens herself against the brick wall and tries not to breath.
She adjusts the lid, considering whether it would be better to take off her shoes, or turn the bin over and step on the bottom. Both have their issues and she hasn't quite made up her mind when she hears a soft noise.
It's slithery, fabric rubbing against fabric and, if she hadn't been listening for it, she would never have heard it over the sound of the morning birds.
The dawn sunlight is blinding as she flattens herself against the brick wall and tries not to breath.