Exercises
When Michele Went For Take-Out
Michele clutched her chest as she jumped for the hatch in the roof of the lift. It had been 10 minutes since she left the flat and she was still stuck between floors 2 & 3. She landed hard, wobbling desperately on her high heels as she struggled to keep her balance. She yelled in frustration and banged at the emergency button again.
“Fucking piece of shit,” she screamed at the silent intercom.
She picked her mobile up from the floor and shook it but the battery was still flat. She threw it in the corner and took another running jump at the trapdoor above her. This time her fingers caught on the edge just enough to tear off the side of her thumbnail before she crashed to the ground again.
Shrieking she crumpled into a small ball and burst into angry tears.