Alex Taylor's Reflective Essay: Closing The Door

Alex Taylor walked out of the hospital building, smoothly avoiding the workers rushing around her. Stepping out into the building she began to make her way towards the car park in order to find her trusted car. Reaching the car, she put her hand into her pocket and pulled out her keys, shoving the car key into the lock and turned it. She pulled the door open, not having to worry if she hit anyone else's car as none where parked near hers. She reached over the steering wheel to the glove box and her hand moved around trying to feel out what she'd left in there.
Her hand hit the butt of her firearm, she quickly moved around that as she couldn't remember if she left it loaded or not. Her hand quickly grabbed onto her pack of cigarettes and the lighter was just to the left of them. She pulled the two
Why?"

"No reason".
Alex quickly hung up her phone, and placed it into her back pocket.

And she jumped off the hood of her car and dropped her cigarette on the ground, and stood on it, twisting it into the ground.

She opened up the driver’s side door and sat behind the wheel. She lifted the lighter off the dash and the carton off the passenger seat, held them in one hand and opened the glove compartment with her other. She threw them in, and they hit the butt of her firearm. For a split second, Alex thought that the firearm would discharge thus leading to an interesting conversation with her insurance company and why she had a loaded firearm, off safety, in her glove box.

Thankfully there wasn't a sound.

She closed the car door and put the car key into the ignition. She leaned over to the glove box and pulled her firearm out. Her nimble fingers easily made work of taking it apart, the magazine smoothly slipped out of the gun. She saw that it was completely full. She then returned it to the car's glove box. The magazine was resting on top of the body of the firearm. She lifted out her sunglasses and placed them on her