100 words for the Blanknoise

Never the elevator.

Elevators scare me. Always have.

It has been fifty-five years since I last stepped into an elevator.

It’s hard to always use the stairs. But it’s harder to think of taking the elevator.

Can you understand how helpless a lonely child can be when confronted by a molester inside an elevator with soundproof, cold walls?

No one to help. No one to see. No one to listen. No one to save an innocent childhood. Till the lift door opens again.
Can you see the elevator taking you back to your childhood, a painful, scarred childhood?
I can.

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