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Up or Down.

As I neared the lift, Automatic doors opened. I entered soft music was playing. A voice spoke welcome to your new home. New home I thought, what new home. The lift descended always downwards. I must have gone past the fourth floor downwards. Looking feverishly around me for some means of stopping this crazy lift. The music went on and on doing nothing to lift my deeply sunken spirits. I thought at least that the lift would break from its cables plunging me down into what seemed like a bottomless whole. Down, down, down. Was there no way to stop this useless tin can of a lift from plunging into a bottomless pit? Suddenly the lift stopped and a woman walked in she was a very large woman and more or less blocked my way out of the lift.

The lift moved on down, suddenly the woman spoke, “You must be one seven thousand of today’s quota.” “What are you talking about I am no ones quota.” Oh! Yes you are if you only realise how often I have used this lift in the last twelve years of my running sentence. I interrupted, what running sentence are you talking about and what is this lift business, why is there no button to stop the lift at any floor I choose? Have you not been informed this lift is the modern way to Hell? Each crime committed on earth must be paid for in Hell. Were you not told of this as a child? I have not committed any crime my life is open to all like an unprinted book. Oh yes all say that or something like it but you know deep down in your self you know all of those little crimes that you think no one will know. Yes even these small crimes, Make no mistake, they are crimes in the eyes of Lucifer, and Lucifer will have his pound of meat. The lift stopped again this time a man walked somewhat dazed looking he spoke. Where am I where are we going? Ifelt sorry for the man but at the same time I could not help feeling sorry for myself. By the look of this man he had been committing crimes for most of his life. I began to think about what the woman had told me about all of the small crimes that I had committed in my lifetime. Perhaps I would get a job as lift attendant or something equivalent. The lift carried on down. I looked at my watch. A special watch from my parents. It not only showed the time in minutes and hours but in months and years. I had according to my watch now been on this lift for six years. Suddenly the lift bumped on a series of springs and we shot off upwards. The woman smiled as if at some private joke. Now we will soon arrive at the baby department. Remember this is your second chance use it well Lucifer has this arrangement each sinner gets a second chance no matter what he or she did on earth. The time spent on the lift is your punishment the first time round. If you ever have to travel again on this lift you will wind up in Hell. Make the most of your new birth. I too will soon be born again my time here in this lift escorting sinners is nearly over. Your scribbler wishes you all sooner or later a short time in the lift. Make the most of things yours truly Bern.