The elevator stopped and stuck just short of my floor…damn it, why of all days?
It jolted for a moment, like a loose shoe with a broken lace
and then moved back into position and the door opened to let me spill out onto my floor….
I was ready to spill; I had too many groceries and today had been a jungle;
and spill, I did, like rotten cabbages from a farm truck–
tossing my sacks of precious purchases all over the place.
“Here, let me help…” someone said in a voice like silk on a wound,
and a hand reached from behind me from the elevator to keep me from another tumble…
“Funny…”, I thought to myself, “I thought I was alone on that elevator….”
“It happens–you’ll be fine”, he smiled through lips as white as chalk on a rotting bone,
“You won’t need these anymore”
….And the lights flickered and were gone.
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