Tremors

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
Cover image: pixabay.com.

Submitted: September 12, 2019

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Tremors

We need to get out of here!”

I don’t know which of us put it into words, but not one of us was about to disagree.

The floor shook beneath our feet. The fact that we were four floors above ground at the time didn’t matter. In fact, it made it even more scary, thinking how strong the tremors must be on the ground.

The walls seemed to sway somehow. Cracks appeared where they had not been a moment before. More than cracks, gaping chasms where the wall should be attached to the ceiling.

Pushing and shoving, some of us made for the lifts. No hope there; and anyway, who would want to be trapped inside a lift during an earthquake. I headed for the stairs along with half a dozen of my workmates.

Our feet clattered down the staircase. It seemed to be moving of its own accord, turning into some kind of escalator which could not make up its mind whether it was going up or down. There was a sharp cracking sound and the staircase lurched to the side, making our descent to the ground floor much quicker. Much more painful too!

And then we were there, heading through the door, out on to the street, and it was at that moment, amid the falling debris, that the realisation hit me. Along with a big chunk of concrete.

Maybe, we’d have been better off staying inside after all.


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