I thought the elevator was empty until I noticed a girl. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. “You’re the kid from 6B.”
She confirmed.
“You should go downstairs,” She said.
I raised my eyebrows.
The lift came to a convulsive halt.
The fire alarm startled me. “Okay, don’t panic,” I reassured.
I pushed buttons, and the doors creaked open an inch. “I’ll get these open.” I pulled with all my strength.
On the second try, they opened enough that I could slip through. She should go first, I thought, but when I turned around, there was no one there.
I wiggled through. As I cleared the doors, I heard the cable snap and the elevator plummet.
I smelled smoke.
I ran downstairs as firetrucks arrived.
I asked about the girl. The woman from 6B told me that it couldn’t be her granddaughter. She died in a car accident last week.
– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #43. Prompt was “When I got stuck in an elevator with a stranger…” WC 150. Photo from Pexels.com.
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