Every floor is different, each level a new age or style. Onwards and upwards forever.
A short lift ride or stair stride and you enter another world, speak to people in a different parlance, in outdated or futuristic slang.
I made it my task to go ever up and witness the futures of mankind, to see what mysteries we would solve and how far from the tower we would venture.
Everything was amazing; the further I went, the madder, the more brilliant it got. Even on the last occupied floor.
Beyond that was quiet nothingness with no trace of why.
A short lift ride or stair stride and you enter another world, speak to people in a different parlance, in outdated or futuristic slang.
I made it my task to go ever up and witness the futures of mankind, to see what mysteries we would solve and how far from the tower we would venture.
Everything was amazing; the further I went, the madder, the more brilliant it got. Even on the last occupied floor.
Beyond that was quiet nothingness with no trace of why.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
