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![]() ![]() ![]() Hi Beholden ![]() I'm JACE ![]() ![]() I invite your attention to the comments below. Please bear in mind these notes are from one on the outside looking in; ultimately only you can decide what's right for your story. ![]() I know you stated some of your best work was hidden away, especially your poetry. My apologies if I pass on those offerings. I saw this item prominently displayed under Highlighted Items, and knowing my penchant for stories over poems, I took the easier path (I hope). I have never been trapped in an elevator in my 70-plus years. And yet, every time I step into one, I have a very fleeting thought of this being the time the unthinkable happens. Not very scientific, I suppose. After all, what are the chances? Actually, I googled it--it's either once every 100,000 rides you might take, OR one in every 100,000 elevators get stuck. Take your pick. Anyone who has ever been in an elevator with a stranger knows the feelings you describe after Erik pushes the appropriate buttons. I felt like I was a fly on the elevator wall watching every trip I'd taken in an elevator. Your dialogue was perfect, moving the story along at the right pace. It didn't feel stilted or rushed. Well done. Great ending. I definitely didn't see that coming. And honestly, I do tend to guess the ending. Easy to see why your offering was nominated for a Quill award. You cited a prompt, which you exceeded with your imagination. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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