The Lift

The elevator jarred to a halt, throwing its three occupants to the floor in a tangled heap.

The lights went out.

"I everyone all right?" one of the occupants asked.

The emergency lights buzzed on casting a reddish glow across the tangled bodies.

The person who spoke struggled out from underneath the other two. Standing, he straightened his tie.

"I guess not," he mused studying the twisted corpses before him. Looking down at them thoughtfully he smiled. Turning, he took a closer look at the lift's emergency button.

"I can wait," he decided.

Kneeling over the two bodies her turned the first one over.

A woman.

Her dead eyes stared through him. Dyed blonde hair fanned out across the floor. Slowly he searched through her coat pockets, pulling out all sorts of nick-knacks and used tissues. Tutting, he moved on to the other body.

Male.

Going through his pockets he turned up a rather padded wallet. Smiling, he opened it. Jackpot. Counting the money his smile widened.

Suddenly he heard a creak. Standing he looked upwards. Puzzled. There it was again. A loud pinging creak. He looked towards the emergency button. The lift shuddered, throwing him to the floor.

The emergency lights flickered as the lift moved slightly downwards.

Crawling across the floor he reached for the button. He hesitated a a loud whipping sound came froma bove. The lift moved.

It hurtled down the shaft throwing the two bodies him. He slammed his fist against the button; screaming. But the lift still plunged.

It crashed into the basement, flattening much like a squashed tomato.

Once the dust settled a voice could be heard repeating one word over and over agin.

That one word was 'Damn.'

The End

Michelle Paton