Between the Floors
I am ten in number, and we’ve been around eighty years.
We’ve felt the tiny hands followed by tiny knees gaining speed the higher they climb. Tiny feet left imprints on our hearts as they stomped with all their force from one story to the next. We’ve learned the sharp staccato of heavier feet as they barely touch in haste to escape from the top to the bottom. We’ve learned the solid, slow, heavy steps of steel-toed boots after a long work day. We cried when the ramp was installed and the soft, tender feet no longer graced our stairs.
This short piece is inspired by Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge. This week’s word is “Stairs.”
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