Daily writing

I have been slack but here is another go at some writing.

His feet pounded the pavers as he ran through the dimly lit alleyway. The darkness was all-consuming, pressing in on him from all sides, and the thumping of his heart echoed loudly in his head. The bag under his right arm was scrunched up, tightly held, as if it were his lifeline. His left hand outstretched, he grabbed a rusty downpipe, its rough surface biting into his palm as he swung into another constricted street. Was he still being chased? The question gnawed at his mind, but he didn’t dare look back. He had to keep running, had to reach safety. The unfamiliar backstreets of Paris twisted around him, a labyrinth of uncertainty, and he began to doubt the wisdom of his latest snatch. His breath came in ragged gasps, fear and adrenaline propelling him forward.