A creaky story-{Fiction}




Photo Courtesy/Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

'Don't you worry, Miss. It's as strong as an ox. It won't collapse under all your puny weight.'


Shirley drew herself up, saying coldly, 'Maybe I should take the stairs.' The grey old man shrugged,stepped into the elevator, pushed the button and slowly, the creaky beast rose with its burden.

'Waiting for someone?' said a voice behind her. She jumped and saw a young lady. 'Oh, no', she replied.' Just waiting for the elevator to come back. Gone to drop off the old guy.'

The young lady's eyes widened. 'Not the grey man? Why, he's been dead 50 years!'

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Word count: 100


This has been written in response to the above Picture Prompt
for the Friday Fictioneers


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