The elevator at the end of the hallway in the East Wing of Jackson Court, an apartment house like many others in mid-town Manhattan, was the most frequented out of three, constantly sighing under the effort to stop its pace whenever someone decided to press the button which broke the smooth descending and ascending of the restless car. One might wonder why only the East Wing elevator seemed forever busy carting people night and day without even a moment to rest.
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Below you’ll find some answers to a few questions about the story, first published for the STP Anthology Blog Hop in January 2013.
Q & A
What is the title of your story?
Describe your story in 1 sentence.
Eight people get trapped in an elevator.
Where did you get the idea for this story?
A friend of mine got trapped in an elevator. But I also feel there are many people who are sort of trapped in their life. The expectations they themselves and society build up around them are like walls they cannot escape.
What else about this story will enthrall readers?
I hope it will make them think and reflect on their own life. I hope they will ask themselves if they feel trapped somehow and what they could do about it.