The Lift
By J. R. A. Gigney
David waited at the lift doors and was aware that someone was standing beside him. He glanced over. He was standing next to a tall good looking young man of about twenty. The lift arrived and the doors opened. It was empty. The young man followed David inside. The doors closed and the lift began it's journey after the floors had been chosen. The young man had deliberately, it seemed, brushed his hand against Davids as he chose his floor. Both choices where near the top of the tower.
The lift was halfway up when the power failed taking out at least twelve districts of the city. The vents opened and emergency lighting came on bathing the two young men in a soft yellow light. A sound came from the emergency phone. David instinctively opened the panel and picked it up.
"Hi?"
"oh great!" the voice was urgent, "how many of you ate in the lift?"
"Two," David replied. He glanced around at the good looking young man who seemed to be shaking, "what's happened?"
"Powers out. May be some time before it comes back on."
"Okay," David intoned as he watched the young man, "we'll be okay."
"Right, thanks I'll be in touch when we know more!"
Before David could answer the line went dead. David replaced the handset and looked at the young man again. There was fear in the boy's eyes.
"Don't worry," David said kindly, "we'll be out of here soon."
The boy tried to smile, but his mouth wouldn't play ball.
"I'm David," David said, "what's your name?"
"Joe." the voice was soft.
David held out his hand, "nice to meet you, Joe."
Joe took David's hand and gently shook it. Their eyes met. Joe smiled. David smiled back. Joe was still shaking.
"What's wrong, Joe?"
"I dunno," Joe replied softly.
"Okay. Don't worry I don't bite!"
David smiled a broad goofy smile. Joe noticed something different about the smile. Now Joe felt strangely safe. He'd noticed David's fangs.
"You're a Daywalker aren't you?"
"Yeah," David replied, "and you're very perceptive, Joe."
to be continued...
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Dear Daywalker...
ReplyDeleteI look forward to the next instalment... but is it VERY scary? Will I be able to cope?
Love and kisses,
Auntie Geeit'stimefortea!
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