Terrie Relf

Here it was, Friday night, and Lucinda was alone in her upstairs apartment. To make matters worse, the elevator was on the fritz again, and the fire escape stairwell was covered with rust.

"I can't even call for take-out," she grumbled, running her fingers through freshly-washed black tresses, relieved that the Santa Ana winds would blow dry her hair tonight. Pouring oil into her palm, she generously applied it to her long tresses, then worked them into a braid that tickled the backs of her feet.

She was about to go inside when she caught a fleshy glimmer of the hunk in the building across the street. Beads of sweat glistened on his sculpted flesh as he artfully maneuvered through a Kung Fu routine. When he was finished, he looked up at her and waved.

Burning with embarrassment, Lucinda waved back.

"Can I come over? I've got a 6-pack of Corona."

"I'd love one. Sure," she yelled back, her dilemma momentarily forgotten.

"I'll be right over," he called, then disappeared into his apartment.

"Oh no -- the elevator!"

Lucinda rushed to the elevator door, heard its telltale whine, followed by a metallic scraping sound.

He'd never make it to her floor.

Lucinda pried open the doors just in time to see her date pull himself on top of the elevator cab.

"I'm so sorry -- are you OK?" she yelled through the door.

"Do you have a rope or something?"

Without hesitation, Lucinda let down her long hair.

© Terrie Relf

Terrie Relf was born in Coronado, CA, and grew up in La Jolla, CA, two blocks from Wind 'n Sea beach. Since she's also a Moon Child/Cancerian, bodies of water, phases of the moon, and dreamscapes figure in much of her work. She is the author of two novels, Cafe de la Noche and The Missing Piece of Sky, which is scheduled for publication in 2002.

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