Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The elevator. A shiny tin can. Coffin.

I stare at feet encased in Italian leather to avoid. Everywhere house of mirrors. Bad hair. Lips ricochet off metal walls.

I miss my floor. Key it again. The elevator stops, I hold my breath. Clenched fists. Pretty cell phone impromptu brass knuckle.

A girl walks in. Bow-legged Geisha. Looks with curious dark eyes.

I look away. Confront the image of us. Wall, to wall, to wall, to wall.

welcome, odette and thank you for this most interesting introduction.

i hope you make it to your floor with no serious problems...

Oui, Monsieur. Tout est bien. Merci, beaucoup.

elevators can be scary/uncomfortable places (...or it can be very sexy). i enjoyed this Odette, specially "lips ricochet off metal walls" well said

vivid images emerge in your colorful language.....cool scene....steve

I stare at feet encased in Italian leather to avoid

Confront the image of us. Wall, to wall, to wall, to wall.

I loved the details!!!!!

beautifully captured moment, Odette.

i lived on the 14th floor of a tower block for 18months and never once thought of how pretty/scary/sexual/charged lifts can be.

Saw, merci. You have much good writing here.

Arcadia, details oui!

Bennie2, our greatest moments are in the lift. Merci.

your avatar... egon, yes?

Oui! Et tu, mon ami? Geiger?

no. no Geiger. my own painting, merci.

Droit dessus !

''Droit dessus"

translation please...

Literally, it means "top right" in french.

I suspect it's an idiom for top shelf or good stuff... something like that.

Of course, you didn't ask me but hey, since I was here when you asked, I figured I'd answer anyway.