#343. TRAPPED – A Flash Fiction

Never in my wildest dreams, had I ever thought that a day that would start off like any other day, would transpire into THE day that I would never forget in my life.

I swiped out my identity card marking the end of a long day’s work, stepped inside the office lift to go home. Usually it would take just a minute for the lift to halt at the parking basement, even if it stops at every floor and loads in people.

But, neither the lift stopped at any floor to pick up people nor it halted in the basement. Even after three minutes, it didn’t stop and I couldn’t make it to.

I panicked when the alarm/call button didn’t work and my phone didn’t pick up any signal. When all my efforts to open the lift turned futile and my plight to get out went unnoticed even after two hours, I thought, ‘Is this how my life going to end?’

‘If these are going to be the last few moments of my life, I should probably think about the people who might miss me.’

I thought about my colleagues, with whom I almost spend 18 hours everyday at work. I thought about the office for whom I was loyal for the past 30 years. ‘Will they ever miss me? Probably not. I am not irreplaceable.’

I remembered my twenty year old daughter, ‘I would miss giving her hand in marriage, but will she miss me too?’

I then tried picturing my wife crying for me. ‘When did I last profess my love for her?’

I thought about my aged parents who stay in a far off village, with whom I spoke God-knows-when?

My forehead creased with remorse.

‘These relations, whom I had taken for granted would probably miss me. But, will I ever get a chance to bid a proper goodbye to them?’

Just then the lift door opened to reveal the same floor I had got in. Was I dreaming, I couldn’t be so sure. But the the trapped moments were truly an eye-opener and the opened lift-door revealed the new-compassionate-me!


This fiction was written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #160

To write a creative piece on the below situation.

You go down in a lift that doesn’t stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see?

Published by Ramya Vivek

Formerly a Software professional, I have been a homemaker for a while. My life revolves around my two daughters. Having started writing only recently, I just discovered what I have been missing all along in my otherwise almost-perfect life. I want to create postive content inspiring minds across all age groups.

23 thoughts on “#343. TRAPPED – A Flash Fiction

  1. Thats one amazing eye-opener.
    These days whenever I read your posts.. as I get towrds the end, I brace myself for that unexpected twist (your style). And every time you are able to pull off a punch, out of nowhere. For me it’s like a treat.

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