Through the Flap

Squeezed straight through the brass letter slot! Skidded down hard on the outdoor hallway floor—*thud-clack*! Smells like cold concrete and dust out here. Heard a heavy hum vibrating down the wall, followed it right to a metal trash chute door. Didn't hesitate. Pulled that copper paperclip out of my belt and scraped it along the latch hinge. *Screeech!* The iron echoed right back into my chest, a deep hollow drone that shook the clay in my boots. I planted both feet and kicked the cold metal rim. *Bong!* A magnificent clang rolling down the whole floor.