Ah, the dreaded dialogue! Today’s prompt was to write about two people stuck in a lift (aka a non-American elevator) using dialogue only.
“Damn this bloody lift,” he growled, mashing the flashing button.
“I don’t think that’s going to help,” she laughed. “I’m sure they’ll get it moving soon. Where were you headed?”
“Same!” she exclaimed. “Do you work here?”
“No, I was on my way to see the person who turned down my insurance claim.”
“Oh, that’s rough. I work in claims. Maybe I can help,” she offered.
“Not unless you want to help me throw somebody out a window,” he ranted. “They’re apparently ducking my emails and phone calls. Told me five calls a day was harassment. Called me infantile. I’ll show them infantile!”
“You know, I can’t believe the nerve of some people! I fully intend to give that spineless piece of human waste a piece of my mind.”
“Really? Then perhaps I should introduce myself,” she muttered, extending a hand. “I’m the spineless piece of human waste who turned down your claim.”
“Well, this is awkward,” he sighed, and they both retreated into a tense silence.
“Hopefully they, uh…get it moving soon,” he added, nervously clearing his throat.
She grunted in reply.
“Since we’re here,” he began. “Would you reconsider–“
“Not a chance,” she snapped. “And for the record, flooding your house so your goldfish can roam doesn’t count as accidental damage.”
Happy Saturday! I’m off to work on some of my other projects. More soon!