You stagger across the hallway. Killer heels on your feet and vodka on your breath.
You come across a lift. Somewhere in your alcohol-filled brain a memory from childhood stirs. How fun it was to press every button and piss people off. You do that now and giggle.
You plan to get out before the lift doors close but you are too late. They trap you in.
Just seconds later, the doors reopen. The lift is empty except for one lopsided killer heel.
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Reija Sillanpaa
A wise person said, "Be your own audience". Therefore, I write fiction, poetry and about matters important and interesting to me. That said, I warmly welcome you into my audience.
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