Chirag Desai



They stood quietly.

It hummed downward.

35? Maybe 40, they both speculated.

Each was amused, and gave the other the stare down.

Then the depth engulfed them.

Probably senile.

Definitely rash.

They laughed on the inside.


The doors opened. One looked confused at the other.

He smiled, “The exit’s here, follow me this way.

Each walked away with their perceptions changed. Just a little.