She was late for her presentation.
The elevator was slow. She tapped her foot, shifted her weight, glanced at her watch.
She bolted for the stairs. Taking them two at a time was impossible in her pencil skirt and high heels so she raced up with tiny, clicking steps.
I’ll make it. Click-click-click. I’ll make it.
Her ankle twisted, pitching her body back.
Her colleagues raced toward her, faces pale.
“I’m okay,” she cringed, stockings ripped, blood leaking from somewhere.
One of them pointed down the hall with a shaky hand, “No. The elevator…” Sirens wailed.
December 31 Prompt: Stairs (Write a story that includes steps, stairs, or a staircase)
Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch