This one is for your imagination.
The elevator lurched, fell rapidly then violently jerked to a stop.
Everything went black.
It seemed like an eternity until the lights dimly flickered and finally came back on.
The old nun, in traditional habit, stood in the corner, hands folded under her scapular. I think she was praying. A young woman knelt to hug and reassure her whimpering little boy. The tall young man in a black, hand tailored suit looked angry and annoyed. He glanced nervously at his watch.
But, it was the tattooed boy with the half bald head and an earring in his nose that piqued my interest. It was hard to tell if he was amused, or concerned.
Oh shoot, I thought, isn't this a fine kettle of fish.
What happens next?
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