Tears and pulls in the elevator.
A raspy voice says, going up.
Next time, we take the stairs.
Too many Six Word Stories.
Shoes and faces. And scents and smiles. Because dozens of words are visible from one floor to the next. In the elevator. In my head.
(blank*) tears** you apart***
because it’s real even when,
sadly, it’s too short
pulls** lifts** high*** love* life* elevators*
raspy parched smooth polished translucent oaky
