The Escalator

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

The escalator stopped.

I was on my way up.

It stopped in mid-journey.

Now what?

I thought this trip

would be an easy one.

I thought I was on the

right track to where 

I was headed.

I had to choose.

I could stay where I was

and hope for a fix.

Or I could do the harder thing

and start climbing up or down

and make my own way.

I called out.

I yelled, 

I hollered,

I beckoned,

I pleaded.

Nothing!

And when no one came 

to my rescue, I made 

the tough choices.

I had to move, take control 

of my lot in life.

After all I had 

things to do,

an agenda,

and places to be.

And I did what 

I needed to do.

If you think this is about 

broken escalators,

then read it again.

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