Fantasy
Years ago I lived in a very tall building in downtown Vancouver. It was a hotel for the first twenty floors or so and apartments for the remaining floors, up to floor thirty-five. I think I lived on the twenty-ninth floor...Riding up and down in elevators on a regular basis one comes to expect a certain level of civility and I found myself increasingly irritated by other riders. The occasional buffoon would enter the elevator and place himself directly in front of me, allowing a space of perhaps two inches between his back and my face. Now, understand, I spent a lot of time in elevators... I was also relatively tall at the time, starting with a God-given five foot, six inches and then adding about four inches of heel. I often rode the elevator staring at someone's frail, vulnerable neck. One day it occurred to me what a wonderful surprise it would be if I suddenly sank my teeth into the neck that was so close, so meaty. After that I could never ride the elevator again without a big smile on my face and evil in my heart.
I haven't done it yet, but there's no telling when I may snap.
posted by Susan @ 4:12 PM
8 Comments:
Oh wonderful, Susan! I don't think I am ever going to stand with my back to anyone in a lift again. I am going to turn round and stare at them just to make sure they don't try anything.
I have awarded you a thoughtful blogger award, BTW.
And you say you don't watch Buffy!
Lovely story. I shall never feel safe in an elevator again;-)
And I imagined you so tame, so calm, never so predatory!
What a story that would make. . .
Clare, I've been smiling all day thinking of you staring nervously at the person behind you in the lift!
Kimmy and Medbie, I prefer to think of myself as 'feisty' rather than predatory. It might be a good story, actually, because I do look relatively harmless. Occasionally Peter will leave the house for a walk, leaving the door unlocked. He always says "I'm leaving the door unlocked...God help anyone who tries to get in."
My 14-year-old son has been enjoying Stephanie Meyer's grisly tales of young vampires in love...I keep telling him that the living shouldn't date the undead...
Yes, mummy, it was the 29th floor. Now, I was four and you were 28/29 and I'm the one who remembers this???
Ah, I spend so much time writing about vampires that this amuses me greatly. One of my characters would definitely sympathize with you on this.....
I will think of you the next time I'm in an elevator.
saucy wench
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