The janitor leaned towards me, breath foetid with stale garlic.
“Goin’ all the way, sweetheart?”
“Seventh floor,” I whispered, jerking away.
“Seventh heaven it is,” he said, “satisfaction guaranteed, Miss.”
He fumbled with the gates, stretching out our time in this confined space, as always.
“Hurry please, I’m late.”
“Eager beaver, hey? I love a bitch in heat.”
I stepped out, muttering.
He leaned out to watch me walk away, and with a shriek of metal the lift dropped instantly.
If he didn’t break his neck when his chin hit floor level, he certainly bought the farm when the elevator shattered in the basement.
I was getting better at this.
A bit later this week as I’ve been out maxing out the credit card with my BFF. Deep joy! I wrote one before I left, but wanted to refine it before uploading it and found, on my return, that KZ had pretty much covered the same ground. So back to the drawing board it was. The lengths I’ll go to in order to present something different for Friday Fictioneers… 🙂