The twenty-second floor

At 4:38pm on the 31st of June, Colin Doring entered the elevator at the fifteenth floor, pressed twenty-two and, immediately after, held down the button to close the doors.
When he heard the click from the elevator shaft that meant that the doors were fully closed, he held the rectangular folder before him and inspected it. His hand spidered over the folder’s milky plastic; down the heat-pressed seams, over the sharp corners and came to rest on the reassuring bulge of the underside. Continue reading “The twenty-second floor”