|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- DEER EXPRESS--CUP 5--"ELEVATOR JONES" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Deer Express  ||  -------> (Cup SRde005, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Paith Paper, the sweetheart of the bowling world, was dreaming. It was summer and hot and sticky. She was in front of a building in Skacerverd City, in her native Wehen Road. She was waiting for someone. The street was jammed with all these miniature cars, all green and yellow. And these little monsters, kind of like children, were scrambling and hoarding all around the cars. Dream-Paith, sighed and shook her head--there were more tiny cars and evil child creatures every year. Soon the city would be unlivable. She looked around for a place to sit, 'cause her friend was late. But as she turned her head, a whole area by the building seemed to swing around, preventing her from seeing it. She tried this a few more times, and sighed again. Damn spatial anomalies. More and more every year. In the distance now, she saw her friend Ronhy coming. He was the weird long-haired guy who was making a documentary about her for a graduate school project. He was running in slow motion, against a strong wind, in the bright sun. As he ran he held something high above him. It was some sort of metal stick, maybe like a pipe or something. It took him awhile to get to Paith, travelling in that exaggerated manner the whole time. When he got to her, he was panting for breath and smiling. He was huge. Much bigger than she remembered him. Maybe eight feet tall, and massive. He grinned down at her, and held out the metal rod in presentation. She stared at it. The way he was holding it--it was as if he thought she'd know what it is. But she just started shaking her head "no". He smiled for a few more seconds, then spoke. His voice was unusually sweet and gentle, like heavenly chimes. "Do you know what it is?" "Uh, no Ronhy." "I'll tell you." "Um, okay." "It's a thing from the deep hamlets of Brendahen Coastal." "Yeah?" "Yes. It's an elevator jones. See?" "No." Ronhy laughed, and put a giant hand on Paith's shoulder. "Come on Paith, I'll show it too you." Paith raised an eyebrow. "Not that!" he yelled in good humor. "This!" He shook the elevator jones. She smiled and followed him into the building. They got to an elevator bay. It was a hotel or office center or something they were in. One of the elevators opened, and some people got on. He turned to her. "We have to get on alone." "Okay." They waited a minute, and another elevator opened. No one else was in sight. "This is it." Ronhy said smiling. She followed him into the elevator, worried he wouldn't fit at his new size, but he had no problem. Maybe he wasn't so big after all. With his foot blocking the door from closing, Ronhy then started unscrewing something in the middle of the elevator jones. She saw two rubber pads flip out of either side of the thing. Then, Ronhy extended the device so that one end rested on each side of the elevator. A few more twists, and the elevator jones was tight in place. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----