"Going
up," a voice said from behind me, and I spun around. Through the newspaper on
my face I saw a shadowy figure standing in an elevator that hovered uncertainly,
with its passengers eagerly awaiting their arrival at a predetermined, yet totally
unknown destination.
"I
might as well, I have no where else to go...I think..." I thought as I cautiously
stepped into the brick wall and squeezed into the empty elevator, through the
crowded people that should have been there if the elevator were real.
Of course it went down, and I scrambled on the floor to pick up the memories that
fell through the holes in my pockets, before the unseeing eyes that stared all
around me could see what I longed to see, but could never remember to look for.
"Missing this?"
an old woman smiled, just when I thought I had gathered it all up. She handed
me my heart -- it was still beating.
I thought about pinning it to my sleeve, but decided that was too cliché. I tore
off a swatch of material from my shirt, wrapped my heart carefully, and stuffed
it in my shoe. It would be safer there, and I could have it for a rainy day, or
for when I grew old, or if I ever met the right person, whichever comes first,
or whichever I forget to remind myself to hide from.
Going
Up
(
Chapter 10- MP3 song demo by Lyndon DeRobertis)
Going
Up
(MP3 version by Captain ScrewUp)
