The product of a 5 minute exercise using the word ‘Capacity’…
The idea is to just use a randomly selected word
from the dictionary and see where it takes you, don’t stop to think about what
you have written or edit it, just keep moving forward.
The lift was full to maximum capacity, absolutely
rammed, as my Mother would say. For someone who had issues with personal space,
this was hell. But little did I know far worse was to come. The lift came to a
juddering halt, but not at its designated point. No, this damn thing had chosen this precise
moment to break down, right between floors 21 and 22. If it were to suddenly
drop now we’d be like a can of stew, all lumpy bits and pieces in varying
states of liquidisation. That might just get me out of what I had been about to
face, but I think I’d rather live to see another day. Unlike the woman just in
front of me, whose scent I had inhaled so many times before in such close
proximity during my silent vigils as I’d stalked her over the past month.
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