English Art/Literary Poetry & Literature

When Al kicked her in the stomach, shouting Leave!,Sera did just that.For the first time she really did leave,not just the room,but the apartment, and ultimately the city. Waiting by the elevator,there was time to go back, and there was the distant whir of the elevator's ascent.There were these two intangible things with her in the hall,both playing out their purposes. Joining them,she held her ground;indoor-outdoor carpeting, and hard won, it was to be.
Waiting was something she was doing,but she felt wonderful to have done this one thing.
Unraveling then, she saw the spool of her design,freely giving her slack as the elevator door opened and she stepped in,still not having heard Al's approach. The steel doors pressed themselves together to the faint sound of glass breaking.All the way down a voice in her head, or what she took to be the meaning of that expression, told her to continue doing things..