Every week a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction at around 200 words. If you want to have a go, head over to Sunday Photo Fiction Headquarters, or if you want to see what others have written, then click on the little froggy cretin just below.
This is part of an ongoing story that you can find at the top in the Fiction tab, under Daniel’s Legacy / Dan’s Story.
Last time, CS (Cigar Smoker) Dahlia and Dan were in a lift (elevator) going to the floor where Dan’s Investigation office is, and it came to a sudden halt.
Using her knife, CS found they sat between floors with a solid wall in front of them. Looking up, she located the emergency hatch in the ceiling and prompted Dan to climb up and open it to find how far they were to the next exit. “I found the problem,” Dan called down after struggling through the gap. “Someone jammed the weather vane into the rollers and stopped it going further. We are right by my floor. Give me your knife; I can get the doors open.”
Handing the knife up to Dan, she told him to be careful. He nodded he would, as she helped Dahlia up through the hatch.
Dan managed to twist the knife into the seam of the doors and open them. He pushed his back against one door and braced one of his legs against the other. Dahlia climbed through as CS began climbing through the hatch.
A sudden “ping” followed by a “twang” sounded from above and the elevator lost its grip and dropped with no brakes. The last thing Dan saw of CS was a look of terror on her face before a crash from below and a blast of air rushed past him.