#FlashFictionFriday Elevator Karma

The lock snicked as I bent over to retrieve the broken bag of flour that had fallen through the wet paper bag.  A tug against my waist and I knew the day had gone from bad to ludicrous.  My skirt, now wedged tightly between the locked car door held me captive.  Turning I could see my keys, still dangling from the ignition.  Leaving the flour on the parking garage floor, I took off my skirt and donned the broken paper bag.  Mrs. Whipson had my spare key so I braved the walk to her apartment.  She wasn’t home…  Mondays suck.

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