He paused. He was almost there, could feel the tumblers were getting ready to fall. He could feel the metal cold and true, could sense the artistry of design that had produced this masterpiece. ‘Click’ the feeling in his fingertips. ‘Click, Clunk’ that was it, the promised land. He spun the large crossed handles on the front and gingerly pulled the door open. He almost didn’t hear the little ‘phut’ sound-triggered as the door swung wide, but he couldn’t miss the sound of the explosion which blew him into the bank’s wall and knocked the wind from his chest.
Write a short piece where sound or lack of it is central. 5 mins to write in class.