Snippet #2020195

In a hustle Hazel quickly made her escape from the ever so dreary room. Before departure Alan stashed the tinder boxes and candle along with his letter into the inner breast pocket of his not so brisk suit. Candle back in hand the doctor met Hazel’s pace once again as they scampered down the endless hallways. Skin crawling from discomfort as goosebumps inched over his skin. What seemed like thousands of turns to take and door for things to hide behind. Fear was no doubt running through Alan’s racing blood. Alone, that for sure was something Alan didn’t feel; he knew almost instinct that someone-or something is watching them. Almost inches away from Hazel, he couldn’t help but stand close for terror started to override his thoughts. Don’t lose focus now Alan! You have to keep Hazel and of course yourself alive.
Breathing, soft yet stressed. It was Hazel. “Do not take this the wrong way but,” He stopped to think of the suitable words. “You wouldn’t happen to be wearing a corset would you?” A slight shade of pink glazed Alan’s cheeks.