There didn’t seem to be a great deal of stress on her hair, so evidently it sensed her direction of movement and rolled with her under its own power. Evelyn held her finger on the button as she smiled and watched the women writhe on their metal poles. “It can be picked up at several different points around town.” He seated himself next to Evelyn and continued, “If things work out, you will be given a level one member’s pass and directions to the regular member’s entrance.”
The “elevator car” rumbled along like a subway for several minutes. As the waitress moved, the mechanism rolled in the track above her. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is copyright (c) 2009 by The Technician [email protected]. “Now,” indicated Sam and gestured for Evelyn to enter.
