DAY 12 OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. . THE PROMPT WAS “WRITE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO CHARACTERS TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR..””
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“Sometimes, I think that our world is sort of an unfinished business…”, said Shea to the stranger in the office lift where they had been trapped for the last hour.
It had started like a normal day for Shea. She packed her lunch and reached the office after traveling on a bus for about thirty minutes. She was an accountant in a small firm in a small town, not like the character played by Ben Affleck in the movie ‘The Accountant’.
She was obsessed with finding and fixing little flaws in accounts. It was an unfinished business that kept her in her office until 11 PM.
And she hated unfinished business. She believed that such business brings down giants, literally and figuratively.
But as she was going down the stairs, she spotted a guy in his forties. He was a stranger to her. He followed her into the lift.
“Isn’t this guy a little too dressed up for 11 PM?”, Shea asked herself while looking at her phone.
“Yes, I am a little too dressed up for 11 PM,” said the stranger.
This shocked Shea.
“Are you speaking to me?”, asked Shea.
“Yes,” replied the stranger. He seemed like an okay sort of person to Shea.
“Hi,” said Shea.
As she finished the word, the lift came to a halt. She tried calling for help by buzzing the alarm repeatedly to no response, but the stranger reassured her. In order to appear calm and composed, she casually asked, “What brought you here at this time of day?”
“What do you think about unfinished businesses?” asked the stranger.
“They bring chaos,” replied Shea.
“So shouldn’t we finish unfinished businesses?” asked the stranger.
She replied, “Sure, you can try, but this entire world is an unfinished business; the more we try, the more it remains unfinished.”
“So, should we do nothing?” asked the stranger.
“Oh, I didn’t mean that,” replied Shea. “I meant that we should not believe that we are finishing the business; we are just adding our bit, so no load whatsoever. You, me, or anybody else is not responsible for the world.”
“Are you sure?” asked the stranger.
“Yes,” replied Shea.
Upon this, the stranger pulled out a gun and pointed it at Shea’s forehead.
She didn’t flinch at all, just said, “The world is going to end one day after all…but you aren’t finishing the unfinished business. Keep it in mind.”
As the stranger was looking up to look in her eyes before pulling the trigger, Shea slit his throat.
PS – This is the 12th day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.