An Uplifting Tale

“Security.”

“Yeah, Jim, Duquan here. What’re you seeing for activity on elevator 8?”

“Surprisingly busy for 3 AM. Now that you mention it. What’s up?”

“Somebody, that’s for sure. Keeps getting out on floor after floor, looking around, then popping back into the elevator again. We’re starting to get complaints from the rooms adjacent to the elevator lobbies.”

“I’m not surprised. With 60 floors to this hotel, you’d think whoever it is would find what he was looking for sooner or later.”

“Like, an unlocked door?”

“Yeah, copy that. You and Gloria check it out, ok? Just be careful.”

“Roger … ok, we’ve got him. Jim, you’re not going to believe this.”

“Try me.”

“It’s a little kid. Boy, around eight. Tony the Tiger PJs and everything.”

“What the bloomingdales is he doing up at this hour?”

“Says he couldn’t sleep. Parents wouldn’t, or couldn’t, wake up, so he let himself out of the room around 2 AM and has been riding the elevator ever since.”

“For why?”

“He says he was looking for a bedtime story.”

“Duquan …”

“Jim, I am not making this up!”

“Right. I suppose we should be glad he didn’t make his way to the penthouse, or the bridal suites.”

“Should we call child protective services?”

“No, just get him back to his room. Kid who thinks like that is way trouble enough, we don’t need to give his parents any more.”

  – O Ceallaigh
Copyright © 2009 Felloffatruck Publications. All wrongs deplored.
All opinions are mine as a private citizen.

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