Flash Fiction: Life is an Elevator

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PHOTO PROMPT© Liz Young for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

Writer Update:
Still Alive! This time of year The Muse takes a holiday. I can only describe September/October as my equivalent of New Year. Lots of journaling and reflection. Anyway, The Muse in her timely fashion spat this gem out. A bit different from us.

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Life is an elevator. 

People step on and step off.

Some travel with you for multiple floors. 

Sometimes you jump off to explore floors, alone or with another, leaving others to ride the elevator. All detours lead back to the elevator. 

Returning to the elevator, you are greeted with new and old faces traveling in the same direction. 

Some love ones reach the top floor before you do; some travel express and others cruise through the stops. Either way, your turn will come and the penthouse is Hotel California. 

The door opens. Dilemma, to move on or to stay the route? Goodbyes are never easy. 

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You can check out, but you can never leave

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