Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The elevator ride

If you collapse in the elevator, you will probably be found quickly, thought Gilbert.

The thought comforted him as he watched the numbers swing predictably down towards the lobby.

22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 16.

The elevator shuddered to a stop. Gilbert turned slightly away from the sliding metal doors, so as to not look to eager as to who was coming in, but tilted his head to make eye contact with his neighbour so as to not look rude.

Four feet on wide, boxy shoulders ambled in, carrying a stout and muscular body. A long tongue swept the ground. A loud wheeze destroyed the soft hum of the elevator. Eyes bulged out.

"Rufus. SIT." A tall, lanky brunette clenched the leash in her hands and stared at the floor.

She won't be the one who saves me, thought Gilbert, as small beads of sweat started to run down his back and into his butt crack. His hands shook slightly.

The girl looked up briefly into his eyes and then looked down again, ever mindful of Rufus, whose tongue was now unrolling on the tile floor which was wet with black slush. He snorted and his body shook.

Gilbert felt a small burp rise up his throat. He tasted vomit and grimaced.

The girl looked at him again, this time for half a second longer. She could see the slightly overweight man with the wire glasses and glassy eyes staring at her. Weirdo, she thought.

6, 5, 4, 3, 3.

The doors slid open and two teenagers, a boy and a girl, got on the elevator. They were mid-conversation:

"What do I have to do to impress you?" the boy with the UFC shirt asked. "Lift the world like Titan?"

"Atlas," the girl corrected, who rolled her eyes. "And yes."

Gilbert's ears and face started to turn red. The teen girl turned around and looked him up and down. Gross, she thought.

Gilbert could feel his heart rate speed up. He felt like he was going to pass out. You're almost there, he thought. Just hang on.


The doors opened. Rufus, the brunette and the teens left the elevator, without glancing back.

Gilbert put his back to the elevator wall, and slowly slid down to the slushy floor. The doors closed.

G, 2, 3, 4...

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