... from our first flour apartment, i descended down the step to the apartment foyer... the 2-storey atrium was illuminated by overcast daylight, not unlike the flourescence lighting which would switch on precisely at 6pm every evening... i barely pressed on the release botton, covered by transparent plastic for hygiene reasons (very common after the SARS incident), and the floor to ceiling door swinged open... i quickened my pace with a few doudle jumps down the stairs to the common garage... just before a reached the bottom, my eyes caught a glimps of our car - dark, stationery, very still, resting at right angles to the pathway into the garage, awaiting for me to alight - my sister would be there, my mother too...
"bang, bang, bang," in quick successions... another glimpse of one or two fast moving shadows... was that the shaft of a gun?
immediately my instinct made me to turn around... "run, run, run,"... "run back up!"
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