The Shaft
by Scott Jann
I was trapped: no way out. A closed window present, only to see how high we were. My father there, and sometimes my grandfather: to keep me company. An empty elevator shaft, containing a pit of blackness.
I was trapped: no way out. A closed window present, only to see how high we were. My father there, and sometimes my grandfather: to keep me company. An empty elevator shaft, containing a pit of blackness.