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Do Not Press

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Short Short Stories!
Written for the prompt "Do not press the button" in Imaginarium.

Submitted: February 26, 2019

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Submitted: February 26, 2019

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Do Not Press the Button

It had to be a joke or one of those Candid Camera pranks.  Why else would someone put a flashing green button on an elevator wall, obviously not attached to anything.  I looked around for the camera and found one, the security camera in the upper corner of the elevator.  Someone was sitting by a monitor right now, waiting to see if I would be the one who broke the rules.  Ha!

I stared at the button.  So, what could possibly happen if I pressed the button?  The world certainly wouldn’t end.  If it was nothing but a prank, then, what, I get slimed.  I checked the ceiling of the elevator but only saw the fire sprinkler.  Well, they could have rigged that to spray the unlucky idiot who pressed the button. 

I twisted the rim around the button to see if it would come lose from the wall, but no luck.  Definitely stuck solidly to the wall.  It didn’t look like the top would pry off easily.  Although the green glow came from behind the cover, I couldn’t really see anything inside the button.  The more I stared at it the more it reminded me of the Easy button for one of those office supply stores.  May this button was like that, push the button and make your life better.

If I was going to push the button, then I certainly wasn’t going to give some bunch of guys sitting in front of a monitor the pleasure of watching me.Three quick strikes with the heel of my shoe and the camera broke and fell in pieces to the floor.  Sorry suckers, but no peep show today.

I considered touching the button and pushing with one finger but then quickly slammed my palm across the face of the button.  Nothing happened.  I could see the pulsing green light still coming from the button.  I pushed a little harder.  Nothing still.  Slowly I removed my had from the button, and as my hand pulled away, the pulsing light quickened.

“This is your lucky day,” a voice boomed inside the elevator.  Wow, that was it.  Don’t press the button because you might have a lucky day.  What next?  A TV crew show up to film as I get handed a million bucks?

The elevator stopped on the ground floor and the doors slowly opened.  The lobby of the building was empty.  I slowly stepped out of the elevator, expecting something, someone.  No one was anywhere.  Not in the lobby, not on the street outside.  I heard the elevator door close behind me. 

As I walked across the lobby, I heard the chime of another elevator arriving and the faint voice saying, “This is your lucky day”.  I turned to see a startled young woman emerge from the elevator.  Her expression told me that she had expected something other than me standing in the lobby.

“You pressed the button?” I asked.

She just nodded before replying.  “Where is everyone?  It’s lunch time.  This place should be crowded”

“I know.  I was expecting, I don’t know, TV cameras or something.  The button, did it do this?”

She sat in on a bench between the elevators.  I stood in the lobby and looked around again.

From inside the control room, the Commander  watched as the two people tried to understand what had happened.  It was a selection process.  Subjects were needed who had an overwhelming curiosity that broke the barriers of blind obedience to rules.  These two would do nicely.


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