The Blonde

… 37 seconds

Guy with the ice bucket for his Diet Coke. Up on five.

She jabbed forward with her index finger.

Collapsed to her knees.

Found the button for five.

Screamed.

Pounded the floor of the ascending elevator car.

Button five was lighted; the digital readout above the doors ticked upward in concert with the seconds.

She screamed louder, as if it would give the Mary Kates pause.

It didn’t.