Sue had been ready to set of the bomb. All she needed to do was drop the elevator on it to set it off. But there where people in it. And she became enthralled in what was happening. What she saw made a mark in the shriveled cold heart she owned. As if it was a snake shedding its old skin. She saw the world as she should. And cried.
She cried for what she had done. And remembered what had happened to her as child. Those men. Her own mother sold her away. Her own child... she looked back at the camera on the elevator and saw the warm embrace. She thought of the last time someone had hugged her like that. She couldn't remember. It hurt so badly. She wanted to die.
//tick tick tick// her worker's finger went on the desk."Well? I'm gonna drop it on 3. 1, 2,-". "STOP" she cried. She couldn't do it. "Take the jet and go..." she said "I've done enough." And so her worker who was shocked did as she said. And left. Confused on his masters sudden change...
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//beep// a light went on in the elevator. The two saw it. The elevator was going up. They were shocked. They cried tears of joy. And hugged as hard as they could. Still sitting on the floor. The elevator floor.
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Elevator heart
Short StoryA short story written by me at 1 am. I had a fantasy and decided I wanted to write it. A short love story. And a heart of ice melted. See how a terrorist attack and a falling elevator can make love happen.
