Ming-Chi Sun
"Floor 72"
09/1/14
09/1/14
The 75 watts light bulb flickers above the two business man. The door closes and the men are confide to this 7 x 10 x 12 steel prison. Both men were well dressed with gentleman stance and sapphire eyes. The two had pressed the button for the same floor, which happens to be the rooftop of Re-Live Casino. Slow Jazz echos from built-in stereo. "You know this is getting old Ken," said Lewis. Ken looked at him and chuckled. He slithered into his coat pocket to fetch his usual cigarette, The Wither Grove 72'. "Lewis, when do you think we can put things aside for once? You know? When we can grab a drink downstairs like ol' time," said Ken with an unlit cig. in his mouth. Lewis turned to Ken with a gold plated lighter in his hand. "Allow me," said Lewis as he cups his lighter over the cigarette. Lewis checked his fancy pocket watch and said "Any day, but today."
There are 73 floors at Re-Live Casino and 75 buttons on the floor selection panel. Two buttons were special, one button is used for emergencies and the other one for opening and closing the door to the elevator. They just passed floor 20, also known as the "Sleepless Layer". There was a moment of silence in the cold chamber; Ken slowly wiggle his velvet red tie until it was loose enough to be removed. "Where will you go if this day could be avoided," Lewis asked. The breeze from the air conditioner course through the back of their collars, chilling their spines instantly. There was no response from Ken. Lewis reached for his aquamarine tie, untightening it from his neck. Both tie dangled over their abdomens.
Just as they pass floor 48, one of the bulb blew out. "We are almost there, you ready?" said Ken. Lewis approaches the exit, he raises his hand and swiped over the floor selection panel, hitting every button except the two special ones. "Now I am ready," said Lewis. The two smiled at each other with a forced smile. Suddenly, Ken threw a left hook, a hard blow embossed in Lewis' right cheek. Ken's knuckles and Lewis' cheek merged with perfect precision. Lewis with his eyes closed returns a favor with an upper cut. Part of the chard tobacco flings into the air. Sweat and blood drips from their chins onto the ceramic tile flooring. The onslaught lasted for hours, they fought on the floor, on the wall and in each other's min. The two eventually went back to their corners and collapse from exhaustion. Dark red syrup runs from their nostril, from the tip of their eyebrows and their bruised knuckles.
The elevator stopped at floor 72 and seem to have malfunctioned and refused to reach for the rooftop. The disappointed duo got up, dusting off their pants and wiping the blood from their faces. They took off their blood stained tie from their swollen neck and tied it around the diamond shaped cut-out cast iron ceiling. "Let's try again tomorrow, Ken," said Lewis. Ken nodded and put his head through the tie that dangled above. Lewis followed and closed his eye lids. A tear ran down from his left oculus onto the chin, mixing the half dried blood with the salty eye drop. Ken began to sob uncontrollably with skewed tears extinguishing the death row cigarette. The two gents hovers with the tip of their shoes barely touching the floor. Ken's cigarette fell from his lips; he draws in a mouthful of air, veins emerged upon his forehead. With one last effort he kicked off the emergency and the door operating button.
A loud sound of metal rubbing against each other punctured the ear drums of the victims within. The remaining bulbs flickered violently. Then the pulley gave away and the shaft accelerated through every floor all the way down to the basement. A ding came from the dis-formed elevator as though if it has arrived at it's designated floor. Light seeps into the thin opening of the doors revealing two soulless corpse with intense color ties tight around their necks. A soft, but unison voice whispered from the box, "Let's try again, tomorrow".
There are 73 floors at Re-Live Casino and 75 buttons on the floor selection panel. Two buttons were special, one button is used for emergencies and the other one for opening and closing the door to the elevator. They just passed floor 20, also known as the "Sleepless Layer". There was a moment of silence in the cold chamber; Ken slowly wiggle his velvet red tie until it was loose enough to be removed. "Where will you go if this day could be avoided," Lewis asked. The breeze from the air conditioner course through the back of their collars, chilling their spines instantly. There was no response from Ken. Lewis reached for his aquamarine tie, untightening it from his neck. Both tie dangled over their abdomens.
Just as they pass floor 48, one of the bulb blew out. "We are almost there, you ready?" said Ken. Lewis approaches the exit, he raises his hand and swiped over the floor selection panel, hitting every button except the two special ones. "Now I am ready," said Lewis. The two smiled at each other with a forced smile. Suddenly, Ken threw a left hook, a hard blow embossed in Lewis' right cheek. Ken's knuckles and Lewis' cheek merged with perfect precision. Lewis with his eyes closed returns a favor with an upper cut. Part of the chard tobacco flings into the air. Sweat and blood drips from their chins onto the ceramic tile flooring. The onslaught lasted for hours, they fought on the floor, on the wall and in each other's min. The two eventually went back to their corners and collapse from exhaustion. Dark red syrup runs from their nostril, from the tip of their eyebrows and their bruised knuckles.
The elevator stopped at floor 72 and seem to have malfunctioned and refused to reach for the rooftop. The disappointed duo got up, dusting off their pants and wiping the blood from their faces. They took off their blood stained tie from their swollen neck and tied it around the diamond shaped cut-out cast iron ceiling. "Let's try again tomorrow, Ken," said Lewis. Ken nodded and put his head through the tie that dangled above. Lewis followed and closed his eye lids. A tear ran down from his left oculus onto the chin, mixing the half dried blood with the salty eye drop. Ken began to sob uncontrollably with skewed tears extinguishing the death row cigarette. The two gents hovers with the tip of their shoes barely touching the floor. Ken's cigarette fell from his lips; he draws in a mouthful of air, veins emerged upon his forehead. With one last effort he kicked off the emergency and the door operating button.
A loud sound of metal rubbing against each other punctured the ear drums of the victims within. The remaining bulbs flickered violently. Then the pulley gave away and the shaft accelerated through every floor all the way down to the basement. A ding came from the dis-formed elevator as though if it has arrived at it's designated floor. Light seeps into the thin opening of the doors revealing two soulless corpse with intense color ties tight around their necks. A soft, but unison voice whispered from the box, "Let's try again, tomorrow".
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