24 January 2013
As the elevator rose upward, the wind blew with adequate force. The young boy and his father within stood quietly, listening to the annoying musick that played on the intercom. The boy wiped his eyes; he had been crying. He snuffled his nose, gaining the attention of his father.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
The boy looked up at his father, fear filled his eyes.
"Where's mommy?"
"She's not here." He spoke with annoyance and aggravation.
"C'mon stop crying," he pulled out a handkerchief and kneeled beside the boy, "Here wipe your eyes. There you go, just blow your nose too."
The boy peered out the window of the elevator as his dad muffled under his breath as he stood up. The moon outside was as big as it'd ever been; the boy glared at it.
"Dad?"
"Huh, what? What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing, just-the moon. Why is it so big?"
"It-well...it just is."
The boy didn't turn away.
"What does it matter anyway?" the dad answered with a raised eyebrow.
"It's beautiful." the boy said softly.
The dad looked up at the elevator floor. 54.
"Jeez, what is taking so long."
He took a heavy sigh, pouting.
They eventually made it to that designated floor, and during the entire ride up, the boy never took his eyes off that shiny, beautiful moon. He obviously saw something his father didn't, and time seemed to move slowly from then on.
The Elevator • Opuss № I