Mayonnaise On An Escalator Novels & Stories

“Back up. You lot heard her. There’s no need to crowd the two of them.” Akaisha didn’t see who said it, but she was grateful to them for it. The people stepped a few feet away from them just in time for the doors to open. The two of them got on and rode the glass escalator down. It was a neat invention. They combined the elevators and escalators after the world slowly reformed. You have the option of allowing the machine to ascend or descend slowly to the floors you choose or walk down them, but you still had to push a button for the floor. The only difference now they weren’t inside the building and encased in a glass tube.

"No! I wailed, running as fast as my legs could carry me along the carpeted corridor. 'NO ! Ria! Not downstairs! You can't go there!" Even as she grinned and turned to stick out her tongue at Piers as she hurried down the stairs, her little body bending forwards in her haste, her tiny behind jutting out to help her move faster, she slipped and missed a step. The precious egg and silicone balls slipped from her sweaty hands and rolled down the carpeted stairs. To land with a thud at the feet of the men who were standing at the foyer, watching us in incredulity and astonishment. I groaned, bending over, hands on hips as I fought to catch my breath.

Lewis hurriedly followed behind and called out, "Slow down!" Ignoring his words, Josephine ran as fast as she could. Looking at the familiar mall, she thought she could find her parents there. Her mother used to bring her to this mall often and bought her many beautiful clothes. While running, Josephine tried to track familiar faces in the crowd, hoping to find someone she knew. However, she didn't spot anyone she recognized after exploring one floor. She continued to rush towards the second floor. As she was about to step onto the escalator, another person rushed out from the other side, and they collided dramatically at the escalator's mouth.

My pants are so fucking tight they’re almost painful. Her hand shakes as she swings her bag onto her shoulder. Even still, she leads the way out of the restaurant with remarkable poise. Will her pupils have returned to size when we exit? Jay meets us in the foyer. “Here, or…?” “Upstairs.” She gives the lobby a visual sweep. “Who knows what ears are listening.” She’s flustered in the elevator and selects the wrong floor button. She mumbles something incoherent before hitting the right number. Jay slides an amused glance in my direction, and I smirk. He knows I caused her misstep.

They didn’t need to. Maya appeared beside me, materializing like a shadow with a pulse. She took a cup, poured hot water, and stirred nothing. “Nothing to stir,” I said before I could stop myself. “It calms my hands,” she said and made tiny circles with the spoon anyway. “You all right?” “So far.” Maya almost smiled. “Two more rules while we’re here. Don’t use the executive elevator—silver doors by Reception—even if you’re late. It looks fast, but it’s not for us. And if you have to deliver anything to the upper floors—”

“Actually the questions you ask are not reasonable.” She huffed dramatically. “You are impossible.” “So I have been told.” With that, he stepped inside the staircase. Maya hurried following behind him. “You still didn’t answer me!” They wanted to use the elevator but after much thought, they used the stairs. Meanwhile inside the elevator Elena stood beside him, her fingers lightly clutching the edges of the oversized navy cardigan draped around her shoulders. It still carried his warmth and faint traces of his cologne. She tried not to think about how comforting it felt.

Fidelia replied. Anna looked at Fidelia, then smiled, nodded toward the elevator, and said, "Let's take the elevator quickly." Fidelia hesitated because that elevator was only for VIP guests who often came to this mall to shop; the rest of them would take the escalator. Fidelia refused: "We take the escalator is still the best. If we go in there, the staff here will ask us to leave." "Why?" Anna said in a disgruntled voice. Fidelia just smiled and walked over to the escalator: "You can read the words on the sign over there. We are not VIPs."

" Timothy asked, his intense gaze causing Mia to instinctively step back. With a sudden "ding", the elevator doors slid open. Reacting swiftly, Mia shoved Timothy to the side and swiftly turned away to exit the elevator. The confined space had made every breath feel like a challenge. Yet, as Mia raised her eyes, she spotted Martha ascending the escalator on the opposite side. Timothy's forecast had caught her off guard. "Why the rush?" Timothy's voice unexpectedly sounded from behind. Mia felt a surge of warmth as he firmly grasped her hand. Guided gently by his touch, Mia couldn't help but steal a glance at Timothy beside her.

She was never the one to let people poke around in her bag, but here she was in such a weird situation with her ex. "Well, we have something to sustain us if they decide to leave us here for hours. Thank God it's Champagne, we won't need a corkscrew to open it, and then we’ve got.... Oh, look at that, chocolates and crackers, the perfect stuck-in -an-elevator snack." Daisy leaned back against the brass paneled wall of the elevator. "Have you been stuck in an elevator before?" She asked, curios on how calm he appeared. "No, just keeping you entertained. I know you're claustrophobic. I remember." He tapped her gently on the arm, reassuringly. "Is it working?"

Emily gulped, her eyes fixated on the escalator. "Say what now?" Joel narrowed his eyes. "I can't... I can't step on that..." Emily stuttered, her gaze still on the escalator. Joel raised his eyebrows, not fully understanding her. "You're scared of the escalator?" "Yes," she bit her lip nervously. "Oh, I see. You're scared of the escalator," he said, amusement glimmering in his eyes.