The Lift
_Not quite the prompt - but this is an old idea I’ve just revisited!_
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The way the creator had planned it there was symmetry - every human would have another who was completely compatible.
But the plan went wrong. The system had broken down. It had eaten itself alive like an ouroboros.
That morning, Heather had woken up slowly and felt the new day approaching like a battering ram. Every day was like this.
Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes had black bags under them, her face was both pale and blotchy and her lanky long hair felt even limper than usual. She was in a bad mood.
There were lots of things that put Heather in a bad mood: the way people pushed past her at the bus stop like she wasn’t there, the way colleagues ignored or dismissed her opinions at work, the way men seemed to have it so much easier in life.
And she was alone.
So no, the world had not been kind to Heather. And when your starting point is negative, it’s almost an impossible climb back up to the sunny realm of the positive. She hated it when people told her to ‘cheer up’ or ‘look on the bright side’. Idiots.
But that day, they were about to get their comeuppance. The scales were about tip and Heather was going to make the most of it.