This is my first attempt at the Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge, so be kind LOL 🙂
I stood breathing heavily, being as still as I could possibly be as the old elevator clunked and rattled around me.
It ground to a halt on the top floor. With an ear piercing screech I scraped the old metal gates open and stepped out. I let out a sigh, I hadn’t plummeted to my death and the decrepit old thing had managed to struggle, surge and take me up to the loft in this rank old warehouse.
What was he thinking? I swear my boyfriend is nuts for purchasing this old rundown warehouse, the lift alone is a death trap.